and you give yourself away
and you give, and you give,
and you give, and you give yourself away
something tells me I need to shape up.
something tells me I need to turn things around.
something tells me I need to pick it up.
something tells me I miss you. I miss you real bad.
I can't live with or without you, with or without you.
some songs I hear, just go with what the pensive state of mind that I am feeling.
I need to improve the grades.
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