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pictures of you I adore |
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strewn across the bedroom floors |
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your letters chronological |
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heartbeat away from trigger pull |
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is it true what they speak of |
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you don't quite ever get over |
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your first love |
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a stack of records ten feet high |
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a thousand songs to make me cry |
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under covers |
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close the door |
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I won't be coming out no more |
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is it true what they speak of |
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you don't quite ever get over |
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your first love |
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alcohol and concert hall |
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consume their poison june |
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alcohol and concert hall |
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consume their poison june |
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it's been roughly seven days |
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since i've seen the suns warm rays |
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mommy's worried, daddy's bored |
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friends slip notes beneath the door |
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sad but true the fact remains |
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the static's driving me insane |
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burn these photos, clean the mess |
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i'll off her boy to relieve some stress |
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is it true what they speak of |
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you don't quite ever get over |
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your first love |
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alcohol and concert hall |
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consume their poison june |
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alcohol and concert hall |
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consume their poison june |
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alcohol and concert hall |
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consume their poison june |
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poison me |
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poison you |
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alcohol and concert hall |
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consume their poison june |
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alcohol and concert hall |
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consume their poison june |
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pictures of you i adore |
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strewn across the bedroom floor |
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your letters chronological |
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heartbeat away from trigger pull |
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is it true what they speak of |
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you don't quite ever get over |
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is it true that they speak of |
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you don't quite ever get over |
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your first love? |