Pope Alexander taby ukulele według Crywank

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My brain, would never let me forget you.
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it's not like you're lingering,
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it's more like your haunting.

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If there was lacuna
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I wonder if I would delete you,
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just because I know you wouldn't need to.
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At times it feels like
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I'm, pushed against the wall
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at the back of your mind.

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why don't you ask any questions?
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do you really not care now?
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do you just talk about resteraunts,
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and the names you barely know?

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I try to make myself not care
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but at night you are still there.
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You might be a chapter in my life
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but you're still the star of my dreams.

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I see the ones I love suck up.
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I see the boundries of politeness.
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I see my fist getting clenched as i aim for my bed,
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and I spend the night beating the shit out of my mattress.

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My brain, would never let me forget you.
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it's not like you're lingering,
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it's more like your haunting.