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Pete Yorn Musicforthemorningafter

You and I, we're two of a kind, I hate to say it but you'll never relate, what makes you tick? It makes me smile. You said that I should get away from

Oh Billie I want you so, I'm trying to meet you. Too many things they don't know, too many repeatings, of beatings, and I'm walking around your closet

I'm taking a ride off to one side It is a personal thing. Where? When I can't stand Up in this cage I'm not regretting. I don't need a better thing,

Hey don't take your life away I think you'd rather stay Then follow me into the alleyway We were passers on the street I never thought we'd meet until

I live on a chain and you share the same last name, as a joke, I sent a bottle of whiskey, as you choked, you said it made you feel dirty, And I was waiting

I know a man who lives under his covers uh uh uh uh uh uh Lost his mind from the TV Now he's playing God And somebody told him that he was no good at

...Calls him every day, He took a kind of vacation, Was heading for something, Won't leave her alone, Twice in every way, They lead a life you could

Black is a cast, And two is a crowd, And gold rim is an answer. Black is a crowd. I am just for you, As you are not for me So even if you stop, You'

And when you said I could not stay with you That's not the way you would have wanted to be Convince yourself that everything is alright 'Cos it already