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Whitmore - Johnny Bells Greenhouse lyrics
I know she told you everything Before she finished me Well you know now that it's all my fault Please don't take it personally I hate you and you hate me But maybe we can sort this out I don't know what you can say Your own problems aren't far away Maybe you should look at yourself Don't stand up Don't speak up Don't tell me it's fucked up now, tell me it'll never end Don't stand up Don't shoot up Don't tell me it's over now, just tick me to the weekend I know she took everything All the ganja I could bring It's always the same in the end You know I'll never beat on you Maybe I can see you soon And maybe we can still be friends |
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