why do you have to be the nice one?
the one who gets me up on my worst mornings
and puts me to bed on my best nights.
i don't think it's fair.
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- last few strokes before the wave builds
- the waiting should be way over
- Meet Joe Black
- i love the streets of LA being empty
- let the rain fall, i don't care.
- the storm is coming, stronger than this.
- good morning, that's to you.
- you chained my whole life
- i want to see you. reach for you.
- everything's so you to me.
- blurring the pathways
- M.N.L.
- mute
- it would just be wrong if we held on
- lost in your abyss
- you're both my stranger and my best friend
- cut my heart out for a souvenir
- the distance is killing me
- so if i take a chance
- immobilized
- flying east
- every day we spend apart...
- you're everywhere
- it's you.
- look up
- LAX
- strangers.
- no one ever said it would be this hard.
- Traffic
- lights camera action
- tops
- outfield: you and i love the dodgers.
- emptiness
- does it end?
- what next?
- footprints
- crash
- here comes the pacific sundown
- but it doesnt stop the pain
- it would be so fine to see your face at my door
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