� New order's on the turntable � 2007-09-21 � 9:40 a.m. �
He sings to me... to comfort me. To make me cry when I can't anymore. He knows me... my soul.. as though he wrote it on a stall in some bar bathroom between rows of cocaine and pretty girls.
He changes the words... to suit me better... and he thinks I don't notice, I always do.
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