And my CD's, they've become my very best friends
Spinning me their tales of heartache and rapture hours on end
Oh and hours I listen, listen I do filling my head even further with more thoughts of you and in my thoughts, sick with lament I am drowned.
In my thoughts I am one, In my thoughts I am only, In thoughts I am All
A friend that bleeds is better;
you need me like a bad habit
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