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for you to come home. i'm happy alone, i like these four walls i'll sit by the phone, making sure that you don't call. i don't care at all, it only hurts

it's not my fault, it wasn't up to you. christmas eve comes once a year and that will never do. your image started fading, i closed my eyes to see. tell

hey bug are you tryin' to go to sleep? windows slam up, people slam up, radio slam up, are you tryin' to go to sleep?

i thought you could take me away for a minute, but now i know it was just that way for a minute. i told no lies, no alibis, our little love was real for

cruel, the lies turn white. i called and couldn't reach you, i got too hung up. i'm a phase that you've outgrown, lying in the darkness all alone. you

and the parts, got to keep it running another year or two. what does she say every time i drive away in her dad's old subaru? household appliances, all

waiting for you to come home. i'm happy alone, i like these four walls i'll sit by the phone, making sure that you don't call. i don't care at all, it

it to you. cashbox jukebox brain control. every song is perfect, and every face is perfect, impersonal and perfect. jesus h. christ take a look at us, the sum of all

feed. best bring your manners or you won't get served. "what's cooking?" it's up to her! hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, she likes it all the