(machart)
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NO GOOD
We met, at a picnic in the rain
I should have known right then no way
But I got lost in your eyes
Four perfect years but now those eyes
Look at me, uneasy and ashamed
It comes down to this
I stay, home alone again
Maybe call up my best friend
I saw this coming all the way
You should just pack your things and
Say you need me like
you need a lethal plague
It comes down to this
Two cigarettes and sleep
won’t bring back your kiss
And you outta know
I’m no good alone
good alone
You said, we belong this way
But you said lots of things like that
But it’s my fault, you slipped and he caught you
So I sit home hope one day you’ll
Need me like you needed me again
It comes down to this
Two cigarettes and sleep
won’t bring back your kiss
And you ought to know that
I’m no good alone
good alone
I’m no good…
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