And I'm sorry about you and me
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And I'm sorry about us
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You tried to give it your best
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But to what end, Saliva
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You may not think so at first
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But I'm your designated driver
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But this roadside is not yours or mine
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And it's about time that I stop
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She is the grey weather
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At end of my tether
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I didn't quite make it
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I had to forsake it
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And as I sit on the train
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I can taste her in my saliva
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But I still depend
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On my Thursday friend, Saliva
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And there's no book about you and me
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All the snippets remain
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I get a light, I get a light from everyone
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That's right so undetermined
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All I do now is just horrible and mean
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I used to think that she and me could only be
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Just fine, and to begin with
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Nothing seems wrong
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But it's not a happy song
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And I'm sorry about you and me
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And I'm sorry about us
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She is the grey weather
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At end of my tether
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I didn't quite make it
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I had to forsake it
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I'm finding out
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That you can't mess around with Saliva
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And I drive a lot
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Cause I can't stop thinking about her
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(I'm in your hands)
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I'll be yours, you'll be mine
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It'll be fine, intertwined
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Wet your dried out lips with saliva
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What's more strange than this? Your saliva
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If I did not miss your saliva
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If my lips could kiss your saliva
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Stop
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Saliva
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Mew |