.It's a quarter past four,
I packed my bags with less things than we hold in conversation,
If that's even possible.
I wish it weren't true,
The fact that I could write this song,
And you can't speak a word... Whoa, it's why...
You're not my baby,
Oh baby, and maybe, I.
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