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I resolve to call her up
a thousand times a day
I thought I'd ask her if she'd marry me
in some old fashioned way
Well, but, my silent fears were cysted
and before I reached the phone
like before my tongue has twisted
why must I always be alone

and
I'm pretty sure baby, if you'd hold my head
I could live like I've whised for
and
undo
my
dread


The Blow - Come on Petunia