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(VERSE #1)
There are dead-end streets
That I ‘m supposed to meet
There are cul-de-sacs
It must be something that I lack
As June turns into May
My backwards calendar guides the way
And I thought that you were the one
And we were gonna have so much fun
(CHORUS)
Smothering you with over confidence
Feeding you a narcotic suppliment
(VERSE #2)
Now that your mind is hazed
In these drug culture days
Now that you are confused
You will be mentally abused
As June turns into May
My backwards calendar guides the way
And I thought that you were the one
And we were gonna have so much fun
Smothering you with over confidence
Feeding you a narcotic suppliment
There are dead-end streets
That I ‘m supposed to meet
There are cul-de-sacs
It must be something that I lack
As June turns into May
My backwards calendar guides the way
And I thought that you were the one
And we were gonna have so much fun
(CHORUS)
Smothering you with over confidence
Feeding you a narcotic suppliment
(VERSE #2)
Now that your mind is hazed
In these drug culture days
Now that you are confused
You will be mentally abused
As June turns into May
My backwards calendar guides the way
And I thought that you were the one
And we were gonna have so much fun
Smothering you with over confidence
Feeding you a narcotic suppliment
Lyrics submitted by RAIBLE
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