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on me The big screen got in between, what it was and what we've seen How have you been? What have you been? I think about you Now and again, I think
change? You don't need my pictures on your wall You say you need no one And you don't need my secret midnight call I guess you need no one Is anybody
I don't mind lying if it stops the pain There's no use denying, I've lost the train of thought I had before I left, now I'm alone The place I left behind
: I don't mind lying if it stops the pain There's no use denying, I've lost the train of thought I had before I left, Now I'm alone The place I left
you don't need my pictures on your wall You say you need no one And you don't need my secret midnight call I guess you need no one Is anybody waiting
I'm much obliged Such a pleaseant stay But now it's time for me to go The autum moon lights my way. and now I smell the rain and and with it pain and
of your Past the test now You're runnin' outta breath no one behind you On the subject of Religion decision devision Collision, provision, cold hard television Collective bargaining and
She doesn't own a dress, her hair is always a mess If you catch her stealin, she won't confess She's beautiful She never compromises, loves babies and
down on me The big screen got in between, what it was and what we've seen How have you been? What have you been? I think about you Now and again, I think
I don't mind lying if it stops the pain There's no use denying, I've lost the train of thought I had before I left, Now I'm alone The place I left behind
But you don't need my pictures on your wall You say you need no one And you don't need my secret midnight call I guess you need no one Is anybody waiting
White House, knocked on the door, Threw her draws on the floor and said "Fuck me!" like a whore" I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning! Your dick
your man to a hater YOU CAN Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustlin'
