Best of Me
you make my eyes fill with tears,
reasons why I guess I'll never know,
my nose gets all snotty,
and then it all begins to flow,
my eyes begin to get puffy,
as if I'd been crying many of years,
but this drowsiness you bring me,
seems to bring me down a gear,
I wish I could control it all,
but that all seems impossible,
Man these allergies ain't no joke!
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