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| what's in my mind late night all alone and tonight I suppose it's threatening where are you when I need you I need you here I practice lines before I dial hold my breath and fake a smile say "I know it's been a while since my last call, but you're just a rotten spoiled child who thinks the world won't pass her by as long as there's another guy to lean your heart on." It takes all the faith I have in you to let this go and count on you but I won't give up, oh no, won't give up. It's alright the night is just a little cold it feels like ice that's growing on your heart of stone but if I don't have your call I don't have you at all and the calls won't stop they're all I have a little piece of history what's left of what was you and me. and I won't forget I hate that it has come to this a handshake to replace a kiss a gesture that i'll learn to miss when they're all gone. but you're just a rotten spoiled child who thinks the world won't pass her by as long as there's another guy to lean your heart on. |
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