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i don't enjoy a great song like others do.
I get so heated that some times i have to look at her face
It happens at the best of times, with other pasts, with other girls

But when I see the skin off my love's gentle cheeks I hope that
She'll be back soon to finish the job

They've broken me, you break me more
When we're far apart the length's a score

God Its not my week
Glad its over come sunday
The burst of the suns rays
Will have me believing
The songbirds are singing

Christ talking bout her makes more angry that she's still
Alive and well and healthy with her own little brat to deal with

Course i hate the murderous thoughts i have towards ex loves
But love redeems itself in the wide eyes of her moved away hands

I'll choke this off, don't strangle me
with words of hope, can you return?

God Its not my week
Glad its over come sunday
The burst of the suns rays
Will keep me believing
The songbirds are singing

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God Its not my week
Glad its over come sunday
The burst of the suns rays
Will keep me believing
The songbirds are singing