| The Matches – The Barber's Unhappiness Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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You kinda got the lyrics all mixed up its like this: Do me a favor, would you please Hang up the receiver on me Before i, before i talk my vocabulary dry. Cold colas to coexist Hold sodas in both her fists I...i'd hoped for a different you There's comfort in the clamor of cafes Solace from the abyss of days I...i'd hoped for a different you Still i trace your gaze But that's stalker praise, and i lack the turn of phase. Do me a favor, would you, my Doe Don't come over later, don't spend two days in a row I know my pre-calcutated charm will soon run low. Cold colas to coexist Hold sodas in both her fists I...i'd hoped for a different you There's comfort in the clamor cafes Solace form the abyss of days I...i'd hoped for a different you Still i trace your gaze But that's stalkers praise, and i lack the turn of phrase. Every morning through Ma's twin rose trellises Grammar, middle lake high Barber's college, through Ma's twin rose trellises I'd planned to pick a rose, my hell, this is A plan's as close as ill ever get, my hell, this is I havent yet, i havent yet. Cold colas coexist Hold sodas in both her fists I...i'd hoped for a different you There's comfort in the clamor of cafes Solace from the abyss of days I...i'd hoped for a different you Still i trace your gaze But that's stalker praise, and i lack the turn of phrase. Do me a favor, be rational Save me the labor of the breakup call Just assume the worst When the phone dont ring dismiss me to the hearse. It took me a while to get all the words right but i got it! |
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