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Good day, I like you when you're drunkI only wish I was there, not trapped upon this bunkHurry, and to God-knows whereIn a land far, far away; in a low-budget productionI make up stories of youIn seduction, you may want to add a thing or two between the linesTell me all about it and I'll try to make the words jump off the pages at any timeLost in correspondences all dayFor the lack of better words, I'll choose them carefullyand say 'I bet you're quite a sight'I can't pretend I don't care, I'm not the jealous kindBut I can't imagine and stare, watchin your daylight fly byOr topping my darkest confessions, reading the things I write? just questions, you may want to add a thing or two between the linesTell me all about it and I'll try to make the words spill from your pages everytimeGirl, I could be doing this all dayBut the lack of flesh and blood beneath the words leaves me inaneIs it a drug or a word, maybe just a nice piece of fiction?Won't I ever cease to obsess over this universal addiction?In a word you're all that I want, oh, you're the only prescriptionBut nothing here seems to matchLetras de cancionesYour description, you may want to add a thing or two between the linesTell me all about it and I'll try to make the words jump off the pages all the timeStrange abbreviations can prevent my serenading you in message number nineI'll try to make the sentence last all dayAnd for lack of better words, I'll choose them carefully and say'Goodnight' From Letras Mania