Crying, Laughing, Loving, Lying

Glaive

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    I love you, I won't lie
    I'm sick of talkin' and that
    Pain in your fingers, I'm tracing my arm down your spine
    Crying, loving, laughing, lyin'
    Far too busy to requite it
    You don't have long, so be conticin'

    I love you, I worry that sometimes
    I'm just wasting your time

    But what's the harm in that
    I bought you something nice
    You said I shouldn't have
    Jeff told me once or twice
    I just need to relax
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But what's the harm in that
    I bought you something nice
    You said I shouldn't have
    Jeff told me once or twice
    I just need to relax

    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't

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    Go ahead, light up another
    Before we have to go to sleep
    Before we both remember when you had a go at me
    I know, at least
    That you're something to the ones that love ya
    But girl, you're something else to me
    Something that I can't explain
    Something that's just out of reach
    I know at least
    That from the second that we met I loved ya
    But still I

    I love you, I worry that sometimes
    I'm just wasting your time

    But what's the harm in that
    I bought you something nice
    You said I shouldn't have
    Jeff told me once or twice
    I just need to relax
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But what's the harm in that
    I bought you something nice
    You said I shouldn't have
    Jeff told me once or twice
    I just need to relax

    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't

    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't
    But I just fucking can't

    I love you, I won't lie
    I'm sick of talkin' and tha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-at
    Pain in your fingers, I'm tracing my arm down your
    Spi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i—
    You live like me
    Just, I was takin' this hard, so hard
    They're far from danger but you were so close to the wall
    The wall

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