365 days
Your clothes out on the blacktop Scattered suits on the street Frames and broken pictures In the mid-September heat We set these nights on fire So hot, we burned it down Now all that's left of us Is...
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365 days of the year I need you here Hurry on home 365 nights on my own I'm all alone Hurry on home 365 days I can't face This empty place Hurry on home 365 nights I cry tears Nobody hears Hurry on...
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Previously on The West Wing: I can't do the job, Abbey. Do you understand? I can't do it. - He's gonna need a nap midday. - A nap? He's gonna love that. We have to run this thing. Are we gonna stand...
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Your clothes out on the blacktop Scattered suits on the street Frames and broken pictures in the mid-September heat We set these nights on fire So hot, we burned it down Now all that's left of us is...
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