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Can't Make Any Sense
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July 2012 I'm slowing down and growing old,
tired of writing about the same mold,
to hell with the looks, to hell with advances,
to hell with advice, to heaven with chances,
i'm sorry but i miss my girl,
across the Atlantic in a whole 'nother world,
only her voice has learned how to disrupt,
all the pain in my mind that tries to corrupt,
sure i hang out with other women, they cry,
and complain about their boyfriends, nice try,
all try to play a game, it's been the same,
every time i find the "right dame",
once i'm off limits, that's when they try,
to for once have the chance at my side,
to hell with attempts, to hell with emotions,
my slice of heaven currently resides across the ocean.
