Do you feel alright?Have you had enough?I can't help but think aboutThe way I'm feeling stuck.I really wanna tryTo make you feel alright.Should I have another drink?I've had enough tonight.I know you wantTo feel a certain way.I wanna make you understandWhat I'm trying to say.You never really wantTo tell me how you feel,And you might not think soBut you know it's real.We fought a dirty war.The military coupDid nothing but to make You feel a fool.I bet you wonder whyYou think you're being hurt,Even though you knowYou're the one who's been the worst.As I lay here nowOn the bedroom floorI can't help but think aboutWhat I'm waiting for.As you're pushing outOf the window screenI start to feel okayWith the things you said to me.But it's not what I want,It's what I need.You can tell me everythingOh, pretty please
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