The barbers unhappiness

Do me a favour would you please? Hang up the receiver on me, before I, before I talk my vocabulary dry.
Cold colas to co-exist, hold sodas in both her fists, I'd hope for a different you. There's comfort in the clever of cafe, solace from the abyss of things, I hoped for a different you. Still, I trace your gaze, but that's stalker praise, and I lack the turn of phrase.
Do me a favour, would you my doe? Don't come over later, don't stay two days in a row, my precalculated charm will soon run low.
Cold colas to co-exist, hold sodas in both her fists, I'd hope for a different you. There's comfort in the clever of cafes, solace from the abyss of things, I hoped for a different you, still I trace your gaze, but that's stalker praise, and I lack the turn the phrase.
My hell, this is.
I haven't yet, I haven't yet, aaaah, I haven't yet.
Cold colas to co-exist, hold sodas in both her fists, I'd hope for a different you. There's comfort in the clever of cafe, solace from the abyss of things, I hoped for a different you, still I trace your gaze, but that's stalker praise, and I lack the turn the phrase.
Do me a favour, be rational, save me the labour of a breakup call, when the phone don't ring, dismiss me to the hearse.


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