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June - My Side Of The Story Added by Site Admin on 2006-11-08 15:41:25
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Keep excuses to yourself.
I'll come from the back door, I'll catch you off guard.
Did you really think you were all by yourself?
I'll catch you off guard.
Sit down somewhere in your room.
Will I get you? Will I get you?
Will you still send all your letters when I'm not home?
Will you still write them?
And I am the reason you're always complaining.
This is my side of the story, but she always knows it,
And I already know what I've been missing.
Your well kept secrets you kept to yourself.
Don't want to hear it. Where is your argument?
ââ¬ÅYou can't hate me for this.ââ¬Â I'll keep you right where I want you.(I'll Keep You Right Where I Want You.)
She said, ââ¬ÅStop running your mouth off.ââ¬Â
Sit down somewhere in your room.
Will I get you? Will I get you?
Will you still send all your letters when I'm not home?
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Will you still write them?
And I am the reason you're always complaining.
This is my side of the story, but she always knows it,
And I already know what I've been missing,
Been missing.
No, no, no, you won't regret, 'cause I'm just your selfish little kid.
I'll sit in your apartment as I bide my time.
You won't have to think about me now.
So just start to tune me out.
It will make you think you're all alone.
So keep excuses to yourself.
I'll come from the back door
I'll catch you off guard.
Did you really think you were all by yourself?
'Cause I am the reason you're always complaining.
This is my side of the story, but she always knows it,
And I already know what I've been missing.
And I am the reason you're always complaining.
This is my side of the story, but she always knows it,
And I already know what I've been missing.
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