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Hey still staring little girl, are you looking at or past me? |
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Worry. Simple symptoms won't leave you this underweight or red in the eyes. |
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No more rules, the ones we make don't last the night. |
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So pick up the pieces. |
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Start again, start over tuesday morning. |
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Conscience clean. |
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This card, postmarked |
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December 23. |
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The caption reads:"How does he do it?" |
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Ms. too bad he treats me like i'm dead. |
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Nothing works to make this easy. |
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No more lies. |
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The ones we live will work just fine. |
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So pick up the pieces. |
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Start again, start over tuesday morning. |
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Conscience clean, alone. |
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I hope you figure out what it is you want. |
