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I don't know whyyou won't talk to meYou were drunk that nighton a mattress in a sweltering roomIt was JulyDid you even mean it?I can still taste you.I wish I had a nice voiceSo I could sing this out loudThere's something to be said for feeling alonebut I wish I knew the right words to say to you.But I don'tI don't know why I even bothered staying here.It must be this sense of anomie; I'm drowning in my ennuionce again From Letras Mania