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Lambchop I Hope You Re Sitting Down

black boots Some were lost teenagers Gotta go As he placed the book back on the table She said she really likes your house You really like her hair

the keys cause i've forgotten Where i put them when i came home I thought i left them there on the table I will need them when i go out And i count

i will never do for you (even though i want to i want to i want to) Even though i want to i want to i want to (everything means nothing, you're screwed

he halted the process Just to stare at this man In the dark of his room Right after his nap He buried his face in her pillow Then he stared down

Have i died in these pools for eyes? Well i haven't cried And i haven't tried To tell you What you ought to When i see you When you see me It'

i doing That bittersweet feeling that i was doing something right And i drive and i think That you are the most beautiful woman i know Of course i

The clerk smiled as she saw the same nut pick up a personal size grocery basket and head down aisle two She smiled because periodically this guy would

Come on come on come on come on now You can't come for a while You can't come till you're through You can't come for the weekend You can't come though you