One a day...

two if you're lucky

You might call me narcissistic, I call myself bored.

Even if you were a million miles away, I could still feel you in my bed.

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Get off your low, let’s kiss like we used to

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And all the leaves on the trees are fallin to the sound of the breezes that blow

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The pictures have all been washed in black

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Sometimes I want to stay here, then again I want to leave

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All her doubts were someone else's point of view

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Ask me I wont say no

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Real life, covered up in make-up

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Don't even ask the question, and I won't tell the lie

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Her lips spread gossip

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From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen

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Take a run and hide yourself away

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Because I'm so clever, but clever ain't wise

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I want a new mistake, lose is more than hesitate

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In the sun I feel as one

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