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It's. 2 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon again What. Are. You. Do-ing? oh I'm just sitting, and waiting, and dying, and oh you're on your phone a-gain. So who are you to judge? What are we do-ing, here? I know we're in love but I miss som-thing, Something I used to be. It's not you it's just me. Oh. I just wanna play games, you see I know you see everything, Ev-er-y-thing about me. But what do you got? Let me, break it down 1, 2, 3. oh, You want me to be faithful Doesn't that seem wasteful to you? I've got so much to live for Telling me that till I'm through. And honey I. love you You know, I really do. Baby you're my love No matter what I might do. It's just not fair to you, All of these things you've Forgiven me It's taken me out of Forsaken at least I need a priest, some ethics or a moral code, something. It never gets old, Not knowing what to do I still will not know once we're through I'm just not through with you, I don't wanna be      Oh it's, 3 o'clock now      I better get going to work      Oh that hurts      I miss being unemployed,      Full of joy in a house that I loved      Maybe a change in scenery? some greenery?      Will do us both good      We gotta go      Start over, it's over      It hurts
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
Sunday Afternoon Again(Again)
It's. 2 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon again What. Are. You. Do-ing? oh I'm just sitting, and waiting, and dying, and oh you're on your phone a-gain. So who are you to judge? What are we do-ing, here? I know we're in love but I miss som-thing, Something I used to be. It's not you it's just me. Oh. I just wanna play games, you see I know you see everything, Ev-er-y-thing about me. But what do you got? Let me, break it down 1, 2, 3. oh, You want me to be faithful Doesn't that seem wasteful to you? I've got so much to live for Telling me that till I'm through. And honey I. love you You know, I really do. Baby you're my love No matter what I might do. It's just not fair to you, All of these things you've Forgiven me It's taken me out of Forsaken at least I need a priest, some ethics or a moral code, something. It never gets old, Not knowing what to do I still will not know once we're through I'm just not through with you, I don't wanna be      Oh it's, 3 o'clock now      I better get going to work      Oh that hurts      I miss being unemployed,      Full of joy in a house that I loved      Maybe a change in scenery? some greenery?      Will do us both good      We gotta go      Start over, it's over      It hurts
You can listen to the first version of this song at https://uhlayknee.bandcamp.com/ This song has been developing with me and someday I'll get a decent version out of it. The freestyles are the realest.
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Uh-lay-knee
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Uh-lay-knee
19/Non-binary/Boston, MA
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
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