The sun is up, the sky is blue, its beautiful and so are you. Dear Prudence, wont you come out to play?

Monday, 5 September 2011

This fact not fiction
For the first time in years
And all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone

To call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
But i know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay

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