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Sleater-Kinney - A Quarter to Three lyrics
Its one a.m. you havent called It must be four wherever you are And the photo booth strip, and the letter you wrote They feel like nothing I could hold Nothing bad, nothing free Theres nothing left For me to feel Its like goin to bed at a quarter to three Finally tired, finally empoty Should I be up to play the game Back and forth get back at me And my confidence fell and I feel so mad Tell me whose side are you on? Its like goin to peices could fix everything At this point Im really me |
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