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re not too old to take it, Oh, just a a piece of my mind And not too old 'Cause I'm not your baby, Not your little girl.' Not your baby Not your little girl
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl. And with the way you look I understand that you are not impressed. But I heard you let that
? And do I like being single? Am I coming back? Am I coming back? I'll put my suitcase here for now I'll turn the TV to the bed But if no one calls and
And I see forests and it's the 25th of December and my old man plays the piano for Christmas. He plays the piano for Christmas. And we're all there
now this place could be Anytown Can't forget and won't forgive The places we've been forced to live Sticks and stones may break my bones But rather that
Apron strings hanging empty crazy things my body tells me i want someone to tie to my lonely apron strings apron strings waiting for you pretty
his plans. She can scrub the step but if heA?'ll never gleam If he did sheA?'d smash the dream And theyA?'ve held the world too long But dreams are what
You walked into my life The light was shinning brite You were the one I was looking for I looked deep into your eyes Just to see the moon light I thought
t want excuses. I don?t want your smiles. I don?t want to feel like we?re apart a thousand of miles. I don?t want your attitude. I don?t want your things. But
you? Who's coming up behind you? If you can ride the backlash There's still time for a comeback You don't have to lie down and die But Lazarus only
You don't know what's wrong, you only know it isn't right. You don't remember for how long, but you wake in tears at night. Big deal. Big deal. You
s no such thing as greed A yearly payment is all that you need In poverty may your goodness prevail While your vaulting ambitions fail A rick man sticks in heaven's door But
know I wasn't good - Maybe I was even bad - But I was way too young To know just what I had. And if I let you down, Now I let you go, But I was so young
to keep hold of myself oh but it's hard when you leave me on the shelf you say that I set a path for you to follow and I've already given in but I only
Almost blue Almost doing things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost All the things that your eyes once promised I see in his
Lying in bed on a weekday night Listening to the title fight From a town the radio said was Atlantic City The branches brush the windows The hour
years old, do you recognise as you? June, July, September, stretched ahead and out of view. The whole world seemed a safe place, and never ending too. But
