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Song:I Think Your Nose Is Bleeding
Album:AnnGenres:Acoustic
Year:2018 Length:234 sec

Lyricist: The Front Bottoms

Lyrics:

Well, every once in awhile
Shell find my number in her phone
And well talk for hours
Shell tell me things I'd never known
About when we were together
Shes saying sorry, its just such a long walk home
So shes coming over cause its better than being alone

Well, I will move to the city
And I will sleep on a bench in Central Park
And I will make new friends
And we will keep all our things in shopping carts
And when the cops come to find me
The new friends will hide me
We will steal whatever we need for fun
And if they get suspicious, it means all my new friends will run

Well, Im not gonna sit here and deny what I think I felt
I want what we had, just wanna feel it with someone else
I'm not gonna sit here and deny what I'm pretty sure I felt
I want what we had, just wanna feel it with someone else

Well, every once in awhile
Shell stumble on my number in her phone
And she drinks too much
And Ive gotta get my number out of her phone
Because she's got the nerve to call me
And tell me she loves me
And that shes tired of being alone
So shes coming over cause its better than being alone

I just wasnt ready, I just wasnt cool yet
I didnt know what I wanted
But I should have known what I would probably get

I just wasnt ready, I just wasnt cool yet
I didnt know what I wanted
But I should have known what I would probably get

I just wasnt ready, I just wasnt cool yet
I didnt know what I wanted
But I should have known what I would probably get

I just wasnt ready, I just wasnt cool yet
I didnt know what I wanted
But I should have known what I would probably get

Im not gonna sit here and deny what Im pretty sure I felt
I want what we had, just wanna feel it with someone else
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