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Dont wanna listen to my telephone
Or ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this
Dont wanna think about the before
Or maybe its a behind an open door
Got no time for that this

If I had the or I had the time
Maybe I could throw a new kind of rhyme
And about my warning
But its too now
too late now
It's too now

I wanna think about a runaway dad
That took away the only that I never had
Dont miss him this morning
I wanna think about a cold goodbye
Or a high buddy got a little too high
I cant help him out this

Reviewers at me, so I go out to sea
And perhaps its as well 'cause Id rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man morning
But its too now
It's too now
too late now

Whatever to images 'cause now theyre gone
And worn-out phrases just keep a on
Whatever to homes as opposed to houses
The conversation sinks as the drowses
Its like 46201
It's like 46201

Whatever happened to early open skies
And broken faces, half melting eyes
Enough of riddles just play with time
Cause Im still here and I cant beg a
Im back here in
Im back here in

Something better's waiting for me around the now
I got to find it and try and on for a little while
I'm back in 46201
gotta be a few small changes made

Dont wanna to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or about a thing
me alone this morning