100 lyrics for "And don't you need me I"

It's maturity that I'm lacking So don't, don't let me go And all you need to know is I'm so sorry It's not like me Just let me know that growing up goes slow. And I'm so sorry, it's not like me Today I'm gonna write a sad song Gonna make it really long
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Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees Baby, just get on your knees (get on your knees) Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please I don't need a dozen roses You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no I don't need a pretty poet
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Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff
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We'll get through it Don't, don't you wish we tried Do you feel what I feel inside And all the loss stronger than pride Oh, no don't Don't let your anger grow Just tell me what you need me to know
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There's nothing to lose There's nothing to gain When no one knows your name But the days don't seem to change My notebook will explain And I can't fight the pain Need more friends with wings All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins
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And who gave you the right to shake my family tree? I don't understand it Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy And who gave you the right to scare my baby, she needs me They put a knife in my back Shot an arrow in me There's a thumpin' in the floor
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I'm going down, going down the drain Don't bring me down, I beg you Don't bring me down, I won't let you I'm going down, I don't want to change Don't bring me down, Faint light of dawn I'm listening to you breathing in and breathing out Needing nothing
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I don't wanna waste it, don't wanna waste it I don't wanna waste it, don't wanna waste tonight And I need your love I don't wanna say goodbye to another night And watch you walk away And make the same mistakes, this time And I don't wanna let it burn in
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I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds
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