So one night she phones me - I'm cornered in the living room
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we're speaking of impending doom.
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We exchange sad goodbyes - where did all the feelings go?
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Couldn't we have just said no?
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Why can't we have, why can't I be just what we dreamed of?
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I thought what I'd do was have a shot of you and I'd be buzzed off of your love.
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Or was it the Jager? It's safe to say I'd wager that it was and now I'm just hungover.
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So much for forever,
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I guarantee we'll be those friends (who) talk once a month then that'll end.
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It's not what I wanted, sometimes things were as good as gold but quite often shit got very old.
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Where To Start
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| Houston Calls |
