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Tuesday, 10 June 2014
06:59:35 PM (GMT)
The drink you spilt all over me
Lover's Spit left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old

We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good,
How you wish it would be all the time

This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old

We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good,
How you wish it would be all the time

I want 'em back
The minds we had
How all the thoughts
Moved 'round our heads

I want 'em back
The minds we had
It's not enough to feel the lack
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
I want 'em

You're the only friend I need
Sharing beds like little kids
We'll laugh until our ribs get tough
But that will never be enough


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