I type at will?
Knobby nose
Take my pillow when I'm well
Ain't I nice?
You see it's mind over meal
And it's trying still
If you're trying for me
Maybe you could try
And listen to my cliché
And I said you
You got these pictures
You know them each as each other
'Cause I'm kind of ashamed
To be leavin' all I've gained
Here she be leavin' me nice
Way beyond this sacrifice
My cliché
Bring me a vodka on ice
Even I can't pay that price
I've got these pictures of you
Being nice at the same time
My cliché
I've been talking to you
And I've been talking to you
Quick there goes my mind
Dry bones and blisters
It's these little things, little things
That made me cry
Leave me at will
It's these little things we all feel
I've got something to say
And it will not go away
My cliché
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