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very own MySpace LayoutsI've loved everything about you that hurts,
So let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves,
Lips pressed close to mine
True Blue, but the prince of any failing empire knows that everybody wants
Everybody wants to drive on through the night,
If it's the drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore,
Some nights it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone,
Trade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
I know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I've already given up on myself twice
But the third time is the charm,
Third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind,
But I've got a lousy arm,
And I've traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down,
Whenever I'm down
Just kind of figured on
Not figuring myself out
