I wouldn't even talk to you
Call me on a Sunday
Wasn't it just last year we were in the very
Lighten up, Baby
Things will never be this bad again
You could
When the lights go out
In your building
I will call you
Saying,
Here I go again
I told her, "No"
She comes around again
I
Mother mine
Look at my life
What have I done?
I let you
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