Its hard meeting ends In your chest or with dividends And you pray in deep breaths And long pulls from cheap gin And theres no shade of red In a pocket book or sunset That can clean up the mess That is made by a lovers lips Try though you feel its not time Come on, there is candy for everyone Its hard keeping track Between the breakdowns and setbacks And theres no changing the fact That some strays never come back And there is no shade of red In a pocketbook or sunset That can clean up the mess That is made by a lovers lips Try though you feel its not time Try and open your mind Come on, there is candy for everyone
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