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Woodhands
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Pockets
Someone's got the stereo close* The close's know, We go bad taste and touch it. Second side and overcoat, The winter's wet, I'm sweating in your pocket
There's a destination desperate, She's already stocking through. Street lights craving her attention, She can't stay alone it's true
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com There's no way that I can stay away, away, away, away
Make me see my own again; I'll miss my friend, I'm acting not so friendly. I'm the one who's in control, Who needs dispose. who knows what won't be showing
There's no way that I could stay away, away, away, away There's no way that I could stay away, away, away, away
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