Watch you on the one's and two's.
Through a window in a well lit room.
Become a recluse.
And I blame myself because I make things hard
and you're just trying to help.
And when I wake up you're the first to call.
This is one more late night basement song.
And I'm so sore.
My voice has gone to hell.
And this is one more sleepless night because we don't
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xoxo mwah
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i dont believe u told me ne thing was wrong when i talked to u for like 2 seconds today....
u know, i dont get much communication with u now and when i do i expect a FULL report on whats going on
so, i expect a fuller report tmrw.... promptly
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