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i was woken up at four a.m. by your screams and anguished criesyour mother was singing in the bathroom, she will never be my childoh baby talks in her sleep so loudwe're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like undergroundwell you have absolutely no common sense, yes i know that's your charmyou spend the whole day on the phone, you say well it helps you stay calmyou cling to my arm, yes i know that's your charmand when i ask you what you want you say do you mind hey crocodilewell then could you give me some peace, you say well maybe for a whilesometimes you know you could almost be a child oh must you tell me all your secretswhen it's hard enough to love you knowing nothingwe're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like undergroundyou are your own worst enemy, so don't expect my sympathyoh go back to your mother's house and cry your little heart outyou can drive them back to town in a beat-up grace kelly carlooking like a friend of truman capote, looking exactly like you areyes, yes i know that's your charmso don't ask me if i want you, only ask me if i musti been blown around so long, don't know which senses to trustoh no, but i know that i must oh must you tell me all your secretswhen it's hard enough to love you knowing nothingwe're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground
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