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| 2. |
| 2:58 | 
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i don't wanna be your boyfriend
i don't wanna be your husband and the reason i tell you i'm already with someone i don't wanna be your best friend i don't wanna be your onenightstand and the reason i tell you i'm already with someone and It's not that i don't prily? fancy you and it's not that you're not my type of girl but, i don't wanna be your next pray i don't wanna be your shoulder to cry and the reason i tell you i'm already with someone i don't wanna be your boyfriend i don't wanna be your husband and the reason i tell you i'm already with someone i don't wanna be your best friend i don't wanna be your onenightstand and the reason i tell you i'm already with someone and It's not that i don't prily? fancy you and it's not that you're not my type of girl but, i don't wanna be your next pray i don't wanna be your shoulder to cry and the reason i tell you i'm already with someone |
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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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| 4. |
| 4:16 |
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| 5. |
| 4:00 |
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Through early morning fog I see
The visions of the things to be The pains that are withheld from me I realise and I can see Suicide is painless It brings on many changes But I can take or leave it if I please The game of life is hard to play I'm gonna loose it anyway But losing cards are some days late So this is all I have to say The sword of time will pierce our skin It doesn't hurt when it begins But as it works it's way on in The pain grows stronger watch it grin A brave man once requested me To answer questions that I keep "is it to be or not to be" And I reply "oh why ask me ? " And you can do the same thing if you please |
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| 3:22 |
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Am I lonely trimming
its this to be live in maybe it just a find to see heard it secretly happening happening to me I was always lonely thinking love was lonely man for love seem fairy tales never to be house one day never to be hound bird hurst lost a feather fallen throw the gather when blow in the roads of winds whispers secret in the trees for us to on grieve here hear the boused of papas call the seasons surf blust nature stealth seem dress in green to a distant tamerlane distance of our ruin Am I lonely trimming its this to be live in maybe it just a find to see heard it secretly happening happening to me |
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| 7. |
| 5:09 |
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| 8. |
| 3:29 |
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| 9. |
| 3:47 |
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| 10. |
| 0:34 |
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| 11. |
| 5:18 |
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