January 2010
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Guess what I'm done
Writing you songs You’ll give up your job at the bank Proving money’s not fun when you’re gone So this is the first verse It’s not very long But I’m ready to move on
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I close my eyes
thought I was lost but I was stranded I go outside to my surprise the sky had landed I thought it made more sense if I could only keep you guessing