I get along just singing my song: people tell me I’m wrong: fuck’em

Descripción :

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Ah it wasn’t easy
getting you outta my head.
Given up trying to explain
I’ll just put it in a song instead.

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There she goes a little heartache.
There she goes a little pain.
Make no mistake
she sheds her skin like a snake.

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I'll confess all of my sins
after several large gins
but still I'll hide from you,
hide what's inside from you.

All the highs and the lows
and the to's and the fro's,
they left me dizzy…
Oh please forgive me,
I no longer hear the music

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I'm fucked,
forlorn,
frozen beneath the summer.
Don't sing along
or you'll get what I got:

So, here comes a delivery
straight from the heart of my misery

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Lola
{hugmetodeath}