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Jun 09, 2005 01:02

NYC Girls Are Stuck Up, but Gorgeous

This is the reward you get for being you
Breathe it in
Breathe out
I said I loved you
But you didn’t follow through
I’ll emphasize the meaning of two
With words unacquainted with human ears
I’m sick of speaking through wires, you know
I can’t really stand it anymore
All the waiting
All the misunderstanding
You only got into my head
With all the fucked up things you’ve said
I bet we couldn’t carry it out further than this
We’re going nowhere
It’s nights like these I play it out in third person
Look what he’s doing to her
Look what she’s doing to him
They’re a tragic love story
And they’re heading for disaster
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