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You're It!

Well, you called but I was drunk
On song and lust
Oh, oh, oh, oh, for guess who
I apologized, but not because you sighed like thus
(Sigh)
But I meant it

I'm not really here
To tell you all I can
And hope that you infer the rest
So all that I can really do
Is write a song for you
And hope that you hear all the words

I'll write a second verse tomorrow
But I know it'll be
About how happy you make me
We could share a quiet afternoon
Or maybe some tea
I'll have peach

I'm not really here
To tell you all I can
And hope that you infer the rest
So all that I can really do
Is sing this song for you
And hope that you hear all
And hope that you hear all
I hope you learn all the words
Just thought maybe you'd like to know:  we've kept it a secret for a long time now, but...well...we did a Mereyless recording of this song a couple of weeks ago.  You can't hear it, though; it only sounds decent.
and that recording was toight shit, let me tell you. joey is a fantastic vocalist.. I'm a little worried about my position in the band at this point. be looking for me behind a bass sometime soon.
-merey
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