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Praying for myself. These thoughts I try to hide. I have faith in me and hope this will survive. But it's tearing me apart. I can't hear the words by which I guide.
You say that you don't know but I think you do. There's clearly something wrong, there's clearly something wrong with you. I really do not mean to pry but this just seems so silly.
Well well well look just what the cat dragged in. A foe not a friend in the end but a dealer in sin. I don't want apologies or guarantee you'll do it all again.
Yeah she's been walking down my street. Saluting magpies, avoiding cracks at her feet. Oh be careful, they can break your back you know. . And that superstition don't count for much.
Welcome to the world of fake reality. Where you can never believe what you hear or believe what you see. It's like the coliseum at the annual games. With the Roman Emperor being entertained.
Watch out!. He's always up to something. Cause he's so devious. And he's so cynical. . And it makes me laugh. He's trying so hard to pretend. Acting oh so original.
He had her down in the cellar with a knife pointing at her throat. He wouldn't let her go oh no, he wouldn't ler her go. She kicked and screamed. Someone heard through the walls from next door.
Bitches and glances, rough romances. I'm sorry if I caught your eye. What is she wearing? That's a bit daring. Oh, please put away those thunderous thighs.
The lights they start to flicker, moving in the sky. And the lips with their lipstick licking seem to pass me by, oh my. The big boy with the headlight glare says we're telling lies.
Alright, I've had enough. I want to go home now. Tonight, I've had too much. And I start to talk funny. And when, I've had enough. I say some things I might.
Oh how your mind's not on it. Pass me a book and I'll read you a sonnet girl. Walls go up, and guards come down. He's banging on the door thinking 'Where the f*** is she now?'.
Oh how your mind's not on it. Pass me a book and I'll read you a sonnet girl. Walls go up, and guards come down. He's banging on the door thinking 'Where the f*** is she now?'.
When the lights go out. Will you take me with you?. And carry all this broken bone. Through six years down in crowded rooms. . And highways I call home?.