.Got plenty of the Polaroids
Still in my room
The door is always unlocked
You can come whenever>I got plenty of your "half-way thru's"
Inside my head
The rain's about to start
Just leave me here
Try and call it poetic justice
'Cause no one's here
Fact of the matter is I .
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