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kiss me Flick your cigarette and then kiss me Kiss me where your eye won't meet me Meet me where your mind won't kiss me Flick your eyes at mine
I can't seem to feel the envy I should feel Or maybe I don't need the sour side of love Of love I don't care his breath is in your hair I don't
You don't know I sing these songs, About you, You don't know the Pseudonyms, I assume You don't know the Pseudonyms, I assume, For you. Are
It ain't easy being this kind of lover when you never call me It ain't easy being this kind of lover won't you ever call me But I'm dedicated, and
I got a question for ya, I got a question for ya. Where'd you get your name from, where'd you get your name from? I got a question for ya, Where do
Sweep slides on my stereo Short wave ride my rodeo Became from that of Savalon But I'm flyin' to Istanbul Oh, so why don't you meet me there? There
Some say you're trouble, boy Just because you like to destroy All the things that bring the idiots joy Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?
My soul starts spinning again I can't stop feeling No, I won't stop feeling And the fun's not fun anymore I can't stop feeling No, I won't stop feeling
I swapped my innocence for pride Crushed the end within my stride Said 'I'm strong now I know that I'm a leaver" I love the sound of you walking away
It seems this boy's bathed in ridicule Too forward, way too physical It's time that I had another I'm always wanting more, if there's another one Give
I wrote your name upon the back of my hand Slept upon it then I woke up with it Backwards on my face Reading forwards from my mirror To my heart
I wanna live alone Because the greatest love is always ruined by the bickering The argument of living I wanna live alone I could be happy on my own
Katherine, kiss me Slip your little lips Will split me Split me away Your eye won't hit me Yes, I love you, I mean it I'd love to get to know you
Some granite wall Numbs our bones, numbs our all As we sit on skinny hands Nothing to say, nothing at all I don't know you and I don't want to You're
Eleanor put those boots back on Kick the heels into the Brooklyn dirt I know it isn't dignified to run But if you run You can run to the Coney Island
Words fall from my mouth Like plates from shaking hands Smash upon the silence Of the smooth naked canal I'm evil and a heathen I'm evil and a heathen
The last message you sent Said I looked truly down That I oughtta come over And talk about it Well I wasn't down I just wasn't smiling at you As I look
