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I turn the TV off, to turn it on again Staring at the blades of the fan as it spins around Counting every crack, the clock is wide awake Talking to myself, anything to make a sound I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over You can say we’re done the way you always do It’s easier to lie to me than to yourself Forget about your friends, you know they’re gonna say We’re bad for each other, but w
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 20:57:25 +0000

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