wish i could cup your chin
with my dirty hands and tell you
I want you
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I started it all giving you this yellow cup
and now you end it gving me back its fotograph
but the yellow hasnt changed a bit
except the yellow pillow drenched in my tear
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you did yell
and it echoes back
pounding my heart into dust
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I was called a beauty with no face
I was called a Man with no heart
but today im just mad bout you
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