500 Day of Summer
"Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart. I love you." That sweet? Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, "love"? Do you know? Do you? Anybody?
If somebody gave me this card, I would eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. *I'm responsible.* I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not you know, some words that some stranger put in their mouths. Words like "love"... that don't mean anything. Sorry, I'm sorry. I, uh... I quit. I'm... There's enough bullshit in the world without my help.
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He never, ever saw it
Coming at all
He never, ever saw it
Coming at all
He never, ever saw it
Coming at all
It's alright, it's al
Right, it's alright ....... it's alright
Hey, open wide, here comes
Original sin
Hey, open wide, here comes
Original sin
Hey, open wide, here comes
Original sin
It's alright, it's al
Right, it's alright ....... it's alright
No one's got it all
No one's got it all
Power to the people
We don't want it
We want pleasure
And the TVs try to rape us
And I guess that they're succeeding
And we're going to these meetings
But we're not doing any meeting
And we're trying to be faithful, but we're
Cheating, cheating, cheating
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