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Way to come on, but I've got to sing this song Say you'll never call home, well I wonder where you are And wherever you go, I've got room in the car This ghost won't play with your head He'll just sit and be good He won't talk to the trash He won't sing through the glass Take my hand off the petals and glass They shut down the corner clothing shop downtown - embroidered roses to meet her match who wore no tie, and his collar stunk of gin through the layers of trash on a broken chandelier Oh, it all seems so meaningless when you're looking with your head There, there, child But i think you can handle it, always being so hard - harder to just leave it alone It'll come back around like a pace yourself down the road somewhere Maybe november (us back together) we will remember that we were best friends It'll tear you in half It'll cause you to crash Letras de cancionesand turn into nothing No road, there's no end You can stay true to light as you sweat down dangling from the fixture like a worm Don't play with the petals From Letras Mania