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Mr T Experience Alcatraz

long ago once occurred inside her walls and I can't helping thinking of harsh rituals of love that no one quite recalls but Alcatraz doesn't really care and Alcatraz almost isn't

Any two other poeple just like me and you never seem to go through half the trouble that we do It's the end, over and over again when did you first

Let me tell you something you don't seem to understand I don't really care about your crappy local band. Don't you tell me I can't tell you what to do

You've been spilling all over me ever since I broke your seal now you're seeping into my memory and storming my Bastille the world can see you fell for

long ago once occurred inside her walls and I can't helping thinking of harsh rituals of love that no one quite recalls but Alcatraz doesn't really care and Alcatraz almost isn't

our days are numbered our nights are, too there were so many I could have spent with you we got no credit for the full amount our days were numbered but they didn't

Now there are two of us, instead of only one, two times as many things get left half undone. We're twice as half-asleep when the new day has begun and

now I suppose no one knows where it all will lead who will care, who we'll spare, how we're gonna plead I don't know, I don't know where we're gonna