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Do me a favor, would you please hang up the receiver on me before I, before I talk my vocabulary dry. Do me a favor, would you, my Doe Don't come over later, don't spend three days in a row I know my pre-calculated charm will soon run low. Cold colas to coexist hold sodas in both her fists I...I'd hoped for a different you. there's comfort in the clamor of cafes solace from the abyss of days I...I'd hoped for a different you. still I trace your gaze Letras de cancionesbut that's stalker praise, and I lack the turn of phrase Every morning through Ma's twin rose trellises grammar, middle, and Lake High barber college, through Ma's twin rose trellises I'd planned to pick for you a rose; my hell, this is a plan's as close as I'll ever get; my hell, this is I haven't yet, I haven't yet... Do me a favor, be rational save me the labor of the breakup call just assume the worst when the phone don't ring, dismiss me to the hearse From Letras Mania