| The Crimea – Opposite Ends Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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this will fall on deaf ears. sigh. but i still feel i need to say: you totally forget part of the song. "It's hardly the stuff of legend, I ask the questions, get down off your broomstick and sweep the floor. Sometimes I think you could be more than just a punch bag with lipstick on, when I'm half-baked and the red mist is gone I see you lying there, wishing it could always be this way, that I could die this day, you always lying there, me always half-baked without a care in the stupid world, without a stupid world to care about... " in fact, the only reason i made an account was so i could say that. god, i wish i wasn't so anal. |
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