tough stuff - New Glasses | Текст песни

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Let's sit on your bed and smoke some weed.
Are you getting tired and sick of me?
Because I can go home if you want me to.
And I'm sorry for the way I am,
apologetic and apathetic, you know?
You'll get used to it, eventually.
She said, "Don't talk. You won't understand.
You don't have to anyways."

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