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Mustard Plug In Black And White

man 2000 65 degrees Written in our house amongst the trees We've lived here since summer '94 Broken windows, hearts, maybe more I've licked the stamp and

of her former self Just a phantom, living in her private hell Had to show her all she threw away from her life Life's a journey, not another losing fight And

to call again! But you're not listening We've hit a dead end You better wake up It's the last chance you'll ever have And now the time has come And we

bastard too... We're both the same except for you've got class and style To get you back I'd walk at least a half a mile We're both the same except for poise and charm and

Bloodshot and under whelmed in the morning sun And the way you looked away I should have known What was up, yeah But I'm an optimist in spite of knowing better And

Time to open your eyes Rise and shine my darling Time to wake up From this nightmare And we're saying You had promised faith and compassion You delivered strife and

day I walked in, seemed like nothing had changed You can't go back, you can't go back If you could would you want to anyway We took the stage and the