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We're all alone in the city
My hands are stoned with pity
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah
And I, I, I, don't feel pretty
Today
Yeah.. So tomorrow is my birthday.. i'll be 16.
& the day after that makes one year for me & josh. go us
My hands are stoned with pity
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah
And I, I, I, don't feel pretty
Today
Yeah.. So tomorrow is my birthday.. i'll be 16.
& the day after that makes one year for me & josh. go us