I canīt move on because I canīt move out
there is nothing left to do because there is nothing left for you
a rising sense which says it ends
I donīt care for what they say
they wonīt help you anyway
a lack of art is complained in charts
itīs the way you turned to say "fuck yourself, I feel okay"
but when you were gone I would pass the way
but when you are here I hate you, my dear
cause itīs needless and hard to say:
I canīt get along, I canīt get along, I canīt get along with you
I do believe in you and me and the things weīve left behind
they were just a waste of time
but I, I like the way your heart beats
I like the way your heart beats
I canīt get along, I canīt get along, I canīt get along with you
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