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yellow finger cigarette
raccoon socket black regret
if summer was a pill
Iâd be doped up still
January marches on
still you linger in my song
thought Iâd moved along
but every time I see you
I remember
[chorus:]
Saturdays itâs raining in your room
I kiss you while you sleep
until September
watching out for you leads to my doom
you say itâs for the best
but I suppose
weâll never know
I suppose
weâll never know
try and try to force myself