even though i haven't found anything, the room's too cold.
i just found a friend in one of your lies, to treat me so nice. i can't believe my bones when they say so many things. they tell me i am fine. believe me, i try. ever so sweet you make this seem. the way things go. it's not my fault. and i'll miss you so good and all of those nights we lost our way back home. can't you see the wall you built for me. we're not special, i'm not special. ever so sweet that you baked it in cakes for me. what you left behind, it hurts my teeth. bring in the past with these postcards you send to me. every line, it brings me right back down...
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i just found a friend in one of your lies, to treat me so nice. i can't believe my bones when they say so many things. they tell me i am fine. believe me, i try. ever so sweet you make this seem. the way things go. it's not my fault. and i'll miss you so good and all of those nights we lost our way back home. can't you see the wall you built for me. we're not special, i'm not special. ever so sweet that you baked it in cakes for me. what you left behind, it hurts my teeth. bring in the past with these postcards you send to me. every line, it brings me right back down...
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user092840:
How I love the Early November...let me count the ways... 
clara:
I never know what you're talking about, but thanks for the nice comment.
