الكلمات
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Stuck in a mess, told you,
I sit and stare at you
You seem to look through me
I wonder what you see
I still have two stations yet,
Counting the one we just left
Wish I could stay with you
And ask you what you do
I figured you love to read
Don't look for the fault, like me
You probably love the sun
I think you're the only one
I wish I could wake at dawn
To see you without make up on
Wish I had the guts to say,
