This is about the story that never ends.
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But this pen won¡¯t run out, but the pages always end up on the floor.
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[Chorus:]
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You like to keep me awake. Is there something that you wanted?
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No, don¡¯t apologize; just hold your breath.
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Try not to freeze before the morning,
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¡®Cause I am the winter; this sickness will break out.
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I am contagious and this illness is what you want.
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So I¡¯ll stand by your door.
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Lay in your bed now, because this is your grave.
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Now and burn all your clothes (off) I can tell that your fever is rising.
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Why is it so much colder on your side of town?
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Would it make things any easier if something comes up and I¡¯m not around?
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You can say this is all my fault at the time when you¡¯re painting your finger.
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I Write B Movies
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