I got change in a pocket somewhere, got my letter in a box
Tired of waiting for the bus to nowhere, tired of chasing these dumb thoughts
I don't tell lies no more, you know, I just don't tell the truth
I don't know what I'm looking for, ya know
but I'm not looking for proof.
I have a tricky love affair, you know, with the place where I grew up
But I know I'll never leave, you know, and if you worry too much
I hate to see you despair from, don't you do it, I hate to see you screw up
But God knows I can hardly grief when is hard to give a...
Hard to give a... (wow!)
What keeps me here? Is not before who gives me funny feel
So no one keeps me here. Is not to be the bait for the wheel
What the hell keeps me here? In a dark hotel another door
The roads don't seem so clear, and changing feels like fear, so you know
I'm dark and pretty down
All dark and pretty down
All dark and handsome down
I'm dark and pretty down
My dark and pretty down!
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