2002-05-26 - 12:38 a.m.
The Gin Blossoms have reunited. There's hope for the world after all. And by the world, I mean me. Cause the rest of you all can go fuck yourselves.
With a few exceptions. Well, maybe one or two, and that's about it.
Somewhere along the way I lost track of what songs I've actually managed to get down, and which ones were just marked for said purposes, so I don't care anymore. If I repeat myself, you can blow me.
She used to love me
But she just couldn't say it
Her friends just told me
I just found out today
I could have had her in my arms
But I didn't know
That she used to love me
But that was twenty-five women ago
If she just could have told me
You know I would have been true
But she knows all about the girls that I've had
There's not a thing I can do
Why did they have to tell me
I wish that I just didn't know
That I could have been happy
But that was twenty-five women ago
I close my eyes and I see her
She's even lovelier now
I want to ask her to give me one more chance
But I don't even know how
And then she speaks to me softly
And says there's one thing that I know
You get but one chance at true love
And yours was twenty-five women ago
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