Andrea, oh Andrea, you make me want to go home. Please, for our sake, leave us. We stare at your wind and rain in annoyance. "Please God, just make it stop!"
Trouble brews, jealousy at its core. I try to stay away, but it somehow pulls me in, 'I just want to talk, he doesn't care." They don't see it, jealousy clouds what is plain to the naked eye.
"Oh God make it all stop!"
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