Lonely
Empty Rooms
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Lonely
Only Me
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Lonely
Passing Time
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Lonely
There's So Much Of Life To Share
What's The Sense
When No One Else Is There
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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