Look at the time, it's getting late, I left this to the hands of fate. And if this is not where my heart should lie, Then a romance dead, is left to die. Where's that place you used to go? I don't go there anymore. Who's that guy you used to know? We don't talk much anymore. Was it just a one night stand? Each time that I walked out his door. Why did you let your love stray? Because lust is just a game we play. And in lust is just a pack of cards, All call my bluffs and broken hearts. |
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I'd like to talk about the differences between bears and frogs—I know it's cliche. Like, if there's a frog around, I don't have to hang my sandwiches from a branch; a frog knows they are for me. He'd rather have a fly, 'cause a fly zig-zags while my sandw
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WARNING: The above statement may contain traces of sarcasm.
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