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And I'm sorry about you and me |
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And I'm sorry about us |
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You try to give it your best |
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But to what end? |
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SalivaYou may no think so at first |
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But I'm your designated driver |
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But this roadside is not your's or mine |
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And it's about time that |
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I stopShe is the grey weather at the end of my tether |
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I didn't quite make it, |
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I had to forsake it |
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And as I sit on the train |
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I can taste her in my saliva |
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But I still depend on my |
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Thursday friend, |
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SalivaAnd there's no book about you and me |
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Only snippets remain |
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I get a light, |
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I get a light from everyone |
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That's right, so undetermined |
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All I do now is just horrible and mean |
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I used to think that she and me could only be just fine |
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And to begin with nothing seems wrong |
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But it's not a happy song |
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And I'm sorry about you and me |
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And I'm sorry about us |
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I'm finding out that you can't mess around with saliva |
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And I drive a lot, 'cause |
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I can't stop thinking about her(I'm in your hands) |
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I'll be yours, you'll be mine |
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It'll be fine, intertwined |
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Wet your dried out lips with saliva |
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What's more strange than this? |
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Your saliva |
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If I did not miss your saliva |
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If my lips could kiss your saliva still |
