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Tuesday, April 15, 2008 @7:39 PM



Artist: Low Millions
Album: Ex-Girlfriends
Title: Eleanor




Fine, I understand, okay with me, if thats the plan.
You can take the stereo, the TV and the video, the bed the sheets and pillows, before you go.
But for now, unlock the door, what are we doin' all this for?
Let me make you dinner one last time, then you'll go your way, and I'll go mine.

And I won't call you baby, anymore, won't call you baby, like I did before, won't call you baby,
anymore, Eleanor.

You left your smell, you left your taste, you left me here with my mistakes.
And I can't relate to what you say I've done, but just for you, I'll bite my tongue.

And I won't call you baby, anymore, won't call you baby, like I did before, won't call you baby,
anymore, Eleanor.

Eleanor I miss you, Eleanor be well, Eleanor I wish you'd release me from your spell.

& SANDY.





An immature who wants a second chance in life.



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