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its almost 6 in the morning. i know i should be asleep. for a few reasons. 1 my parents want me to go to church in the morning. 2 i need to wash my work shirt. and 3 i also work tomarrow at 2. tonight has been a fun night. met vanessa "violence". shes not too violent. bought food for all my "hungry" friends. ate at emilys. where i was starled by bianca and samantha coming out of NO WHERE! umm yeah. gotta go. sleep is yeah nice now good go ok. bye. night. sleep. yeah. no lakjflkdjafldfaklfjdlkfjfklajsdlkfja hi.
I got a twenty dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you without make-up.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
and the way you always criticize the Smiths.
and Morrissey.
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mix tape.
It's short just like your temper,
somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.
I've got a twenty dollar bill
says no one's ever seen you without make-up.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you don’t appreciate Brand New
or me.
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you’d grow up
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it’s short just like your temper
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.
Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow [repeat 4x]
I got a twenty dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you without make-up.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
and the way you always criticize the Smiths.
and Morrissey.
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mix tape.
It's short just like your temper,
somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.
I've got a twenty dollar bill
says no one's ever seen you without make-up.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you don’t appreciate Brand New
or me.
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you’d grow up
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it’s short just like your temper
But somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool.
Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow [repeat 4x]