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(Melba was my grandmother)

S trings play on the violin, the sweet marionette dances W alking across the tiny stage she comes to life E very evening as she puts on her show E ..

S o tired of pain O f hurting so much T imes goes by so slowly I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders R eaching out for a pain pill do..

(just cant' seem to sleep)

B ack in the good old days A trip down memory lane C amping in the backyard K eepsakes and treasures I remember the good old days N ostalgic d..

(true story)

Y ou undressed me with your eyes O ur love consumated in your mind U nder the shimmering neon lights U nder the covers we lay side by side N ow ..

(please don't drink and drive)

(please don't drink and drive)

M eet me at midnight down by the docks E nchanted evening sitting upon the rocks E mbrace me under the moon and the stars T ake my hand and we shal..