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She's pulling out the pin. That lets her hair fall down. She shakes her head and. It goes tumbling. Her smile was out of place. So she swept it off her face.
She. May be the face I can't forget.. A trace of pleasure or regret. May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.. She may be the song that summer sings..
She. May be the face I can't forget.. A trace of pleasure or regret. May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.. She may be the song that summer sings..
I see those newlyweds, their eyes wide and believing. They bill and coo at the mention of Chez Nous. Appearances can be deceiving. It's just a door and a window.
When I fall in endless sleep. I hope that I'll be buried deep. Let me be the one that fortune favours. Even good children got shallow graves. . Throw another clown to the lions.
You say you don't desire me,. She's only a hired hand,. Now you are tired of me.. Expensive care is meaningless,. Feeling nothing and caring less.. Cut off at the pass,.
This must be the place. Second place in the human race. Down in the basement. Now I know what he meant. . Secondary modern. Where there won't be a problem.
She looked like she learned to dance. From a series of still pictures. She's madly excited now. She throws her hands up like a Tulip. . She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party.
You like coffee and you like tea. Much more than you like me. And everybody says watch out yeah. For the sour milk-cow blues. You like your coffee just a little too sweet.
As I walk through. This wicked world. Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity.. I ask myself. Is all hope lost?. Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?.
You should wear your red galoshes. Walking o'er the city pride. Streets are paved with heaven's pennies. Gutters full of suicides. . Teddy steadily fell from grace.
Between last breaths and first regrets. The days dragged on like cigarettes. In the distance martyrs and martinets. Dally, dancing with the empty silhouettes of threats.