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yesterday's paper
02:50
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I wanna know bout yesterday
I wanna live slightly out of date
Can't live in the moment, it's too real
Give me twenty-four hours so I know how to feel
So talk to me about yesterday's paper
read it to me
Talk to me about yesterday's paper
read it to me
I need some time, need some time to rehearse
So I can know, I can know the answers
So I'll know what to say when I'm forgetting myself
Not for my sake, for everyone else
I wanna know what to say
I wanna know what to say
I wanna know what to say
I wanna know what to say
So talk to me about yesterday's paper, read it to me
Talk to me, about yesterday's paper, read it to me
Read it to me, read it to me,
read it to me, read it to me
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bunkbeds
03:57
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We were seadogs when we met
We broke the curfew talking shit
Then we headed in a big boat
That was sailing West
And I didn't think it would go like this
I didn't think it would go like this
I came out to meet you across the world
You came to the station
I see your curls and your
Little bit of paper, with our names on
That I wanna do for you, when you come home
I wanna do for you when you come home
We don't know when we'll see each other again
It's hard to leave your friends, it's hard to leave
It's alright, I'll just keep missing you every week
Where there's love there's grief
Taking photos for your wall
I almost forgot you were gone at all
But now I'm crying in a bunkbed
When I'm saying goodnight
Cuz I know better than to say goodbye
Cuz I know better than to say goodbye
We don't know when we'll see each other again
It's hard to leave your friends, it's hard to leave
It's alright, I'll just keep missing you every week
Where there's love there's grief
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ouchie
04:23
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Two weeks in the sun
It was too hot
I was too young for
Feeling like that, I'm sure
I felt it hard, I'll feel it more
And it makes me upset
I met you then, not at my best
And I wouldn't be with me
If I were you, and I knew me
You never moved away
I wanted you gone every day
So I could move on a bit
And see our friends
And see their gigs
And maybe, it was all a lie
To shield me from the reason why
You left - it was my fault
It was my fault
It was my fault
I know I fucked it up
By being so sick
I wish that I could get better
I wish I could get over it
And no one's coming in
To meet my family
No one's being friends with my friends
And no one's hurting me
I know I fucked it up
By being so sick
I wish that I could get better
I wish I could get over it
I'll do, I'll do
I'll do what the boys do
I'll do it better
I'm feeling better
I'll do, I'll do
I'll do what the boys do
I'll do it better
I'm feeling better
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