From First To Last - Populace In Two |
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Populace In Two
From First To Last your memories will always haunt me like a ghost to put it nicely I hope you choke a poet of sorts but I'm not enough to give you an eyesore it's hard to swallow with your hands around my throat I'm sick and tired of I told you so when people ask about the last time that we spoke you can call me at home but i know better than to answer the phone and I leave out how you threw the lamp through my front window I let the stiches do the talking for the most part just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you Even if i spend 2004 listening to morrisey in my car I'm better off alone than i would be in your arms Even if i spend 2004 listening to morrisey in my car I'm better off alone than i would be in your arms In your arms Im better off alone just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew to unexpecting you (to unexpecting you) just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you to unexpecting you (to unexpecting you)just burn the photographs |
