Yes he walked along the pier Trying pathetically to squeeze out a tear Understandably you see I try too hard to please way too hard Now that winters come and gone We wonder what the fuck went wrong Im always missing things I need An 80s love song and a bottle of crap Oh, my angel cant you see Writing a song dont take much.... Evidently By now he thinks he knows them well Beneath the layers of shit you never can tell Oh, theyre staring at my shoes You smile and say honey I have absolutely nothing to lose Oh, my angel cant you see Writing a song dont take much Not much at all My aching heart you cant conceive But I dont need... Your emotional crutches Do you know why?... Because theyre so predictable Thats when you lost me Thats when you lost me The summer of 83 Thats when you lost me Thats when you lost me The summer of 83 Thats when you lost me Thats when you lost me The summer of 83 Thats when you lost me Thats when you lost me The summer of 83 Now look at me, oh Im so pretty Yeah Youre such a big man Youre such a big man Youre such a big man Youre such a big!
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