Veruca Salt. Eight Arms To Hold You. Lonliness Is Worse. Zeneszám

when you've had enough when it comes to blows when you've got it bad enough and you can't let go... and you start to overflow it's a stuble kind of cruel, it taps my spine but you can't get home here i'm drawing a line i'm asking you please don't you wanna be happy with me? don't you wanna be happy with me? i'm afraid if you don't come around soon i'll turn sadder than you ever were you've gotta try i know the loneliness is worse december's all alone and he's calling me on the phone but he sounds so cold... he says he loves me so but how would i ever know? certain words grow old it's a vicious kind of catch, it sides me blind now i'm out of my mind i wanna scream don't you wanna be happy with me? i'm afraid if you don't come around soon don't you wanna be happy with me? the loneliness is worse i'll turn sadder than you ever were you've gotta try love liked me long ago but how the angels [how the angels] it had a way of making everyone the same must laugh inside [singing with me now] oh, why don't you wanna be happy with me? i'm afraid if you don't come around soon i'll turn sadder than you ever were i know the loneliness is worse to stay mine you've gotta try all the way don't you wanna be happy with me? I'm afraid if you don't come around soon it's got a way of making everyone the same (x4) don't you wanna be happy with me? I'll turn sadder than you ever were