Lirieke: The Format. Dog Problems. I'm Actual.

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Can we take the next hour and talk about me?
Talk about me, oh we'll talk about me
Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me

Can we please take this hour and talk about me?
And my hatred for corporate magazines
You know they don't speak to me
The irony is they won't speak with me

I placed you on a window sill
Cut notches up and down the door
My surprise I woke up one morning
And there in your place lay a note

It read, "Baby, You love me just ain't good enough.
I found sunlight 6 hours away.
You watered me down 'til I drifted abound
Somewhere far from your shade."

I shadow my former self
One's whole and now lonelier is just full of holes
red wax, it paints me unclear
When the big hand strikes 12, I disappear

Well the angels of fate can they lie to your face
Anything to keep you away
You watered me down 'til I drifted abound
Somewhere far from your shade

Now you on your back has buried the past
Can we please take this hour and talk about me?
Talk about me, oh we'll talk about me
Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me

Can we please take this hour and talk about me?
And my hatred for corporate magazines
You know they don't speak to me
The irony is they won't speak with me