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Night after night I cry. Night after night you're never home. Night after night I get disappointed, cause i'm sick and tired of being alone (alone). .
I Can Throw A Baseball. . I can throw a baseball better than the President. He can talk to you better than I can. If I could talk to you like the President.
song 1. i'm a son. without parents. this bout' my story i think i can't tell this story. but i'm trying to speak to you i'm orphan son. i have only brother and sister.
I want to see you with tears in your eyes. You make me petty, sold by your lies, lies, lies. I don't like the shoes that you wear, the air you breathe, the cut of your.
I crucify myself inside my head, like you said. You want to prove that I'm dead, just a shell, a living hell. I give in. I give in. I give in. I give in.
No one says a thing but you know what they're thinking. You know you're special you sick in the air like you're real. Looking down you see the stigmata.
You dropped the bomb. It hit me like cancer. Think the other side of the world is the answer?. Such a shame to throw it all away. You said you didn't love me like yesterday I....
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