| Girl On The Other Couch |
| As a glance turns into a stare Your thoughts of me turns into fear Is she alive or dead Is that drops of red In the air a smell of funk It's okay, the girl on the other couch is just drunk. |
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| Girl On The Other Couch |
| As a glance turns into a stare Your thoughts of me turns into fear Is she alive or dead Is that drops of red In the air a smell of funk It's okay, the girl on the other couch is just drunk. |
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