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This monument to the matron Quick change of mood when you came in A nervous introduction Then we can for invincible alliance Your growing fond of deception All the things you forget to mention And every indiscretion pushes me further away Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging I know I know id rather live with nothing Negative maybe but I've been working on it Progress just moves so slowly We are growing more and more distant We are growing more and more distant Miss model mess hit the pavement Young debutante formed a habit Measures that may seem drastic Whatever makes you feel accepted But I'm going south for the season With nothing but a paper back companion And mine is the only opinion with which I'll have to agree Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging I know I know id rather live with nothing Negative, maybe but I've been working on it Progress just moves so slowly Each and every under pass that bears the declaration Of a dated love affair Letras de cancionesAnd the number of Satan I was educated there by the commuter station The burdens you're bearing with Threaten to break the back Of the widow that weeps when she wakes We growing more and more distant We are growing more and more Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging I know I know id rather live with nothing Negative, maybe but I've been working on it Progress just moves so slowly From Letras Mania