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I'm in love with the hands that keep falling off my hips to see if anybody wants one signed on dots one by one tell me that you've stocked all your days freeing all your nights up grey matter they said it would happen everytime you subtract it the more we divide but all hopes lost for the servant he's trying but he's caught up in a chore fetching with no pay off Grey ghost said he's always confused christmas isn't christmas til the boy's got the blues they were right there next to me it only get's better the second it's pitied all hopes been roped in for weekends and such he always leaves a message cause she never picks up but they were right there next to me it only gets better the second it's pitied From Letras Mania