once again we lost the role to boredom and late nights on the radio. don`t. spare me. i already know mix tapes sound their best when i`m alone. i`ve practiced the best policy. nothing, is what it`s gotten me. why blame this on anyone but me? she`ll freak out. i`ll freak if she doesn`t get the hint. don`t think that i could deal with it. if i couldn`t follow through with the routine, we`ll give it up and move on to another scene. phone call sounds. silence serenades, jumps on deaf ears and lands it with ease. if you`re no angel, then where did you get those wings? your fly on by blue eyes break me. is it in the cards? what`s in the future? is it ours? i don`t play with fire if i know i`ll get burned. hand over flame takes me where i want to be. i hope that we don`t lose the role to boredom and late nights on the radio. don`t. spare me. i`d rather not know mix tapes sound their best when i`m alone.
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