I want to ask you out on Sunday
But my brain likes to run away
And if I ever had half a speech
I hope it\'d be your ears that\'s reached
I never thought I\'d ever see love
But I guess I\'ve had enough
So if my weight would simply cease
I hope you find me something at least
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If my mind could stop running
And I didn\'t spend all of my time mourning
Maybe I\'d feel a little bit safe
To find a little happy face
Wear it on and find another one
That\'ll won\'t make the bad days go on
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