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The Answers Still No

Let the waitress put the chair up. And th glasses tha tyou broke. To keep us in the moment. Tomorrow we'll smell like smoke. You can come around if you really want. When your hair looks new agin. And you're the one you love again. I've got a bad feeling about this. Back a thome on his white bed. Forget how hard it's been to you. Let your face go to your head. His blue bandana over his hair looks stupid, but I... Yeah, it's still cool. And I know you're the better Jedi. Protect our secret once more. With feeling. You said the handcuffs left you sore. But you never got around to leaving. It occurrs to me that all my favorite stories have Really great happy endings. Why cuts aren't healing. We liked this game; Muddy handprints on my jeans. I was the one standing outside in the pouring rain--glad that you mentioned it. Where did you put last summer? This will never be the same. Somedays I'm just a mess. ANd I can't pick up th ephone Can't get dressed alone. Did you cut his hair like that? When did you stop being so entertaining? I still don't know the color of your ryes even though you stare. I'm over it now. And believe me guys, I've checked- There's nothing under there.

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