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I lie to make you like me more! |
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Why won’t you say something now Don’t leave me hanging Cut me down I miss the fire that was once in your eyes Well come on and say something now |
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Don't look up on your movie screens In record stores or magazines Close your eyes and you will see That you are all you really need JBJ - I believe "Sambora's face is a mask of joyous disbelief, as if previously unaware of his ability to play the instrument at all. Reaching the last fistful of notes, he does a fair impression of a man who is actually ejaculating into his jet black flares." . . . Ben Mitchell, Q Magazine |
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