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letra de something borrowed, something blue - unimagined

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dress to the blues, here i stand at the pulpit alone
i thought i would be your man
it was a cheap bouquet
made out of loyalty
i bled my pockets dry
and pushed the apple through my eye
i made the heaven’s bow
with the sweat from my brow
so i ask how you could not
(love me now)

trust me when i say
she’s got bad plans
for anyone who wants to be her man
and i’m just like her type

so i’ll say, what i want to
hear me say
since you don’t listen when i talk anymore
oh no, you don’t make me an excuse
so stuff the hors d’oeurve inside of your purse
it was like magic, the way you turned that taxi into a he-rs-
you ruined my party

trust me when i say
she’s got bad plans
for anyone who wants to be her man
and i’m just like her type
you put your ring into a box and fed it
to a swarm of worms
all to help me forget and let our love ferment
beneath the earth and stars
but the lights in your hotel room shine too bright
and you’ve already paid
so settle in, break in the bed while
i set my house on fire

and if you get the guts
to speak to me, just leave them in your guts
’cause i’d rather hear the sound
of your answering machine now
she made coffee taste like honey in my mouth
now all i taste is the sweet of your missing sounds
(you can’t change you)

they say you ran off and died in orlando but
i know you always preferred san francisco, oh
you wanna be showered in bullets and gold
baby, i could do that for you

she’s got bad plans
for anyone who wants to be her man
and i’m just like her type
she’s got bad plans
for anyone who wants to be her man
and i’m just like her type
she’s got bad plans
for anyone who wants, wants to be her man
and i’m just like

- unimagined

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