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And I had the week that came from hell

You Don't Owe Me Anything

Middle Of The Bed

Please don't leave 'til I say I care for you

You hold me down, for keeping me around

If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy?

I don't know what to do about this dream and you

I've given everyone I know a good reason to go

As the night gets older, of you I grow fonder

Miss Missing You

And every tomorrow, maybe you’ll let me borrow your heart