So one night she phones me - I'm cornered in the living room
we're speaking of impending doom.
We exchange sad goodbyes - where did all the feelings go?
Couldn't we have just said no?
Why can't we have, why can't I be just what we dreamed of?
I thought what I'd do was have a shot of you and I'd be drunk off of your love.
Or was it the Jager? It's safe to
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