You know me well. We go too far back. How could anyone else. Compete with that. . So I just can't help feeling sentimental. About things in the past. We promised to keep it casual.
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You see it dominate the six o'clock news. It's on the cover of your magazines. The television is a horror show. The paper reads like something by stephen king.
I'm a little boy blue I'm the man on the moon. I'm a bit freaked out and a hair out of tune. And they tell me that I might just lose it soon. . I'm a guy with a little and ten's not enough.
Hello Monday, you've been so bad. Tuesdays used to make me so mad. Wednesday, you're so lame I'd almost weep. . Thursday was the day I met her. Friday everything got better.
Suicide Lonely.. I feel so lonely I could die.. If only I weren't so lonely,. I would cry.. The wrong's turn to right,. The darkness is my light.. With my eyes bright open wide....
High. High. . Worlds of thoughts, an endless space. Sometimes even underground. Helpless in the human race. And hopeless when the sun goes down. . If you give me a load, if you give me it all.
Help. . Time don't give us time now. And love don't give us love now. Our peace has fallen to pieces. And nothing can release us. . I feel I want my mother.
Why does everybody dig the pain?. It feels good, real good. Why is everybody now insane?. Cocaine, so lame. . It's a sin, you can't win, heroin. You can't win, the shape you're in, my heroin.
I'm watching the hour glass. Waiting for time to pass inside. The grains fall slow. . I'm waiting for yesterday. I wish it would go away. Today won't stay or go.
Feels good. Gotta say to myself. I don't have a lot. But I still got my health. . Well, all right. (Oh yeah, it's a sunny day). Yeah, all right. (Yeah, everything's okay).
They said if the cigarettes. Didn't get you alcohol would first. A little white and a little brown. Mixed together got you all sunburst. . Well, everybody's got troubles.