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Courtesy Of - Running Touch

Written by：Matthew Kopp

I think I'm tired of hearing don't

With ticket stubs in front of me

Paint my house

All shades of gold

That way I can't see

Not real real

Not real real

He's not

Real real real no

Real real no yeah no

Real real real no no

I'm not even friends

With ones

I know

Courtesy of curtis

I'm on my own

I'm not even friends

With ones I know

Courtesy of curtis

I'm on my own

Ohoo

1 2 3

Quarter your visit and then some

As every breath it stirs me

And I would have

No one know

Of all these years waiting

Days sped winding and wailing

In an anvil of sheets

Yeah in an anvil of sheets

Your nose upon mine

As I would go

But who would you have

If I were to leave

He's not

Real real real

No no

Real real

No yeah no no

Real real real

No no

No no

No hey no no

He's not

Real real real

No no

Real real

No hey no no

Real real real

No no

No no

I'm not even friends

With ones I know

Courtesy of curtis

I'm on my own

I'm not even friends

With ones I know

Courtesy of curtis

I'm on my own

I'm not even friends

With ones I know

Courtesy of curtis

I'm on my own

I'm not even friends

With ones I know

Courtesy of curtis

I'm on my own

So I've close your eyes

Scroll yor eyes

Person to person

Out of sight

One at a time

I wish I had patience

To start over

Patience to you