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You're blowing smoke rings and I'm brushing my hair I'm thinking things I shouldn't share You're playing guitar and I'm drinking tea I hear what you're saying but you won't look at me You say my plates full and that's your excuse We're speaking in metaphors without a clue I guess it's a buffet because you've piled this s**t up high I'm pretending to people watch but I'm just watching you pass by I'm not going to beg and I'm not going to fight You were there too and you know it felt right I'm not going to open my heart or shed any tears You said I've got to let go but you've confirmed all my fears Well the timing might be wrong But a clock can't determine where I belong If you asked me the question I would have told you the truth I was too busy acting cool and being aloof You've got me cracked but in some ways you were wrong I'm not the hulk I can't always be strong Its not love because we didn't give it a chance This is only the intro it can't be the last dance I'll carry on with a carefully painted smile You'll regret this but I'll always be at the bottom of your pile
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
singing folk & blowing smoke
You're blowing smoke rings and I'm brushing my hair I'm thinking things I shouldn't share You're playing guitar and I'm drinking tea I hear what you're saying but you won't look at me You say my plates full and that's your excuse We're speaking in metaphors without a clue I guess it's a buffet because you've piled this s**t up high I'm pretending to people watch but I'm just watching you pass by I'm not going to beg and I'm not going to fight You were there too and you know it felt right I'm not going to open my heart or shed any tears You said I've got to let go but you've confirmed all my fears Well the timing might be wrong But a clock can't determine where I belong If you asked me the question I would have told you the truth I was too busy acting cool and being aloof You've got me cracked but in some ways you were wrong I'm not the hulk I can't always be strong Its not love because we didn't give it a chance This is only the intro it can't be the last dance I'll carry on with a carefully painted smile You'll regret this but I'll always be at the bottom of your pile
Kitty-bow
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Kitty-bow
English
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
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