Why Am I The One Fun
I ve got enough on my mind That when she pulls me by the hand She hasn t much to hold onto She s keeping count on her hands One, two, three days that I ve been sleeping on my side I ve finished kissing my death So now I head back up the steps Thinking about where I ve been I mean it s always never like this I wanna feel with the seasons I guess it makes sense because my life s become as vapid as A night out in Los Angeles And I just wanna stay in bed I
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