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All my best friends, They are in love. All my best friends, They gave it up. They gave the world away To be in love. First comes love, And then comes marriage. Before or after, There's a baby carriage. It's out of a storybook, And I've already skipped to the end. You don't need to look at me That way with your eyes of green. Underneath the vail of portent, You know what I mean when I say, "I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted, Living like dearly departed, Complicated and dominated by fear of fate. Guess I'd rather sleep in late. "I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted, Shredded like the seas have parted, Then closed in like a heavy weight, Then one day the love turns into hate."
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 10:20 PM UTC
Just a little something I'm Working On
All my best friends, They are in love. All my best friends, They gave it up. They gave the world away To be in love. First comes love, And then comes marriage. Before or after, There's a baby carriage. It's out of a storybook, And I've already skipped to the end. You don't need to look at me That way with your eyes of green. Underneath the vail of portent, You know what I mean when I say, "I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted, Living like dearly departed, Complicated and dominated by fear of fate. Guess I'd rather sleep in late. "I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted, Shredded like the seas have parted, Then closed in like a heavy weight, Then one day the love turns into hate."
this will probably end up being one of my songs when I give it another verse and some arrangement.
cecil-miller
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 10:20 PM UTC
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