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I'm pacing waiting for your call
every time the phone rings my heart begins to fall
You're so pretty so smart
what a waste of a young heart
stuck on a boy of your age
half of the originality twice the rage
Broken glass on the cracked pavement
your graffiti walls screaming statements
Laughing carols ring the bells
reminding us not of heaven but hell
And your ocean eyes dance at night
seeing clearly without the light.