Из альбома: The Last Memories of My Old House
Hey Emily, what's up in your town
Nothing at all but you don't stay around
Pretty coward you maybe look like a flower but the people, you treat them like bombs.
You have probably, many friends, 50 girls and 20 men
But I know your secret, you're nice with everyone
But you're not perfect, when they are gone.
Emily, that is your mistake
Don't be angry, you shoudn't yourself in a lake
Emily, don't be sad, remember the days when you were so glad.
Beautiful darling, your loveliness makes feel
So sick, so stop your comedy
You want's to make up, makes me befared off with your perfect face.
You're still a little girl and sometimes it's in a drew, and you can smart.
Hey Emily, what's up in your town
Nothing at all but you don't stay around
Emily, that is your mistake
Don't be angry, you shoudn't yourself in a lake
Emily, don't be sad, remember the days when you were so glad.
Hey Emily, I've wrot this song
But just like you, ti's not perfect,
Because, we're both wrong.
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