The Mess
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Lyrics
Well, the older I get, the more I get sad When I keep myself from eating, and so do all my friends I thought being a woman was cleaning up the mess But I am, but I am the mess And the more I look back, the more it looks bad Seeing I was unwilling to give up what I had I thought being a lover was folding your hand But I'm done, I'm done with that I'm done, done with that
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:08
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 144 BPM