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there´s not much going on today. |
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i´m really bored, it´s getting late. |
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what happened to my saturday? |
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monday´s coming, the day i hate. |
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sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. |
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he wasn´t what i wanted, what i thought, no. |
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he wouldn´t even open up the door. |
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he never made me feel like i was special. |
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he isn´t really what i´m looking for. |
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this is when i start to bite my nails. |
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and clean my room when all else fails. |
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i think it´s time for me to bail. |
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this point of view is getting stale. |
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sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. |
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he wasn´t what i wanted, what i thought, no. |
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he wouldn´t even open up the door. |
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he never made me feel like i was special. |
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he isn´t really what i´m looking for. |
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na na na na na, we´ve all got choices. |
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na na na na, we´ve all got voices. |
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na na na na na, stand up make some noise. |
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na na na na, stand up make some noise. |
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sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone. |
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he wasn´t what i wanted, what i thought, no. |
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he wouldn´t even open up the door. |
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he never made me feel like i was special. |
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he isn´t really what i´m looking for. |
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he wasn´t what i wanted, what i thought, no. |
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he wouldn´t even open up the door. |
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he never made me feel like i was special. |
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like i was special, cuz i was special. |
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na na na na na. |
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