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SINGER: Sleater Kinney
SONG:A Quarter To Three
It's one a.m. you haven't called it must be four wherever you are and the photo booth strip, and the letter you wrote they feel like nothing i could hold Nothing bad, nothing free there's nothing left for me to feel It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three finally tired, finally empoty Should i be up to play the game back and forth get back at me and my confidence fell and i feel so mad tell me whose side are you on? It's like goin' to peices could fix everything at this point i'm really me
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