Tekster:
Bane Lazlo All The Time In The World

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Carbon copy of myself, Like 2 o'clock struck on a bell, Who could tell? Duplication I'd be heaven, he'd be hell Give him the worst of me as well, I

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'm gone There's a man down the hall, Who wants to start all over, Violin under his jaw, Weeps on his own shoulder, Why is it me who gets left, All alone

t be around for you'd step on me If you want me to stay you better... Stop pushing me, stop pushing me Stop pushing me around And after all this time

you when you throw that ball a big wet kiss is all you get and a god damn cigarette so breathe me in so you don't have to think about the world you'