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Talk Shows

 

Talk Shows


I play our song loud to drown out the pain
'Cause no medication is doing the trick quite the same
How is someone you loved, now someone you hate
But I hope you're still doing okay

The couples I see that are on the TV
The things there are be but that don't work for me

I'm looking at pictures
They don't make me feel better (better)
Someone call the doctor
Can he make me forget her (get her)

Where do I go
My last resort is talk show
I'm ripping up pictures
I hope it makes me feel better

All the dark clouds
They come over me
Loving plus hurting is perfect
If you're on the other side of the screen

So how can I live
Without you in my life
I guess I will find out, find out, find out, find out
And this will all become a memory

The couples I see that are on the TV
The things there are be but that don't work for me

I'm looking at pictures
They don't make me feel better (better)
Someone call the doctor
Can he make me forget her (get her)

Where do I go
My last resort is talk show
I'm ripping up pictures
I hope it makes me feel better

Sometimes I get drunk
Forget about love
Then I will feel all alright
Then the morning comes
I'm back to square one
Back to normal life

Get up, get up
I keep telling myself
Get up, get up
Before I rip my heart out
Get up, get up
I keep telling myself
Telling myself

I'm looking at pictures
They don't make me feel better (better)
Someone call the doctor
Can he make me forget her (get her)

Where do I go
My last resort is talk show
I'm ripping up pictures
I hope it makes me feel better

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