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words of love along the wire
9.02.2007
so succexy
I guess the timing was right?
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the love that they grew in the summer froze
did it fill me with so many secrets, keep me from ...
you're smart, for a girl
i'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
i was waiting for you
relax, take it easy
montreal might eat its young, but montreal won't b...
i read your diary it said: i was a good son
i flooded my sleeves as i drove home again
if the dizzying highs don't subside
lonely lonely that is you, lonely and so untrue
missing him like a heart attack
it's wrong to want more than a folk song
ready to bolt at the first sign of failsafe
before the machines got built, and before there we...
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
me in my boat searching for he
feeling like i'm number one
your christmas cards can't comfort me
i'm so lonely and i wish i was the moon tonight
you are my alligator
the most tender place in my heart is for strangers
i am somebody else
i'll find you and i'll kill you
the set would be made of cardboard
why did you leave when you were returned
i swear i'll make you forget all the rest
don't call me boring, it's just cause i like you
take me to the riot
one left a sweater sitting on the train and the ot...
a calm heart will break when given a shake
the girl with colitis walks by
recite your lines, and i'll quote scriptures
that's what i said, it's not what i mean
i would hope for a true love
do you like him dried out like seaweed
did i miss out on you
so succexy
i'm never going to sleep
quit talking just for talking, please
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