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By Pretty Things, Wouldn't I be yours
Wouldn't you be mine
Wouldn't I always want
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By Pretty Things, You might be the loneliest person in the world
You'd never
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By Pretty Things, I got myself some good news
I bought myself some blue
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By Pretty Things, She was just a lonely girl
But I didn't know if
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By Pretty Things, Sweet miranda, on the veranda
You really keep your ice-cream cold
Mine's
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By Pretty Things, I never see
the people I know
in the bright light of
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By Pretty Things, You're corrugated steel baby
Platinum to feel lady,
Eyes are just two
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By Pretty Things, As I sit at my piano
Waiting for something to form
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By Pretty Things, Honey remember me, I'm the one you brought home
Do you
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By Pretty Things, It was a grey dawn, penciled in lightly
The morning screamed,
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By Pretty Things, Old man going
Old man going
Hopscotch of life will lead you
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By Pretty Things, I've got onions in my soup
I've got zebra in my
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By Pretty Things, There's a pain I cannot kill
And I guess I never
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By Pretty Things, White ice towers, slow dissolving
Now fall.
Below savage moon
Iron cities soon
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By Pretty Things, So nice to see after long years of marriage
A couple
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By Pretty Things, Heaven's rain falls upon
Faces of the children who look skyward
Twisting
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By Pretty Things, When I got, to our meeting place
I stared into empty
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By Pretty Things, When they left you on tobacco road
The piggies they really
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By Pretty Things, Like a breathless summer evening,
When the silence simply roars,
You're so
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By Pretty Things, Young man made it to the city
Searching through the wet
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By Pretty Things, For ten weeks now, number three stood empty
Nobody thought there
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By Pretty Things, Well if you ever baby,
Feel like changing your mind,
Don't think
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By Pretty Things, Stone spires rise high, lacerate warmer skies,
Iron laced populations, beneath
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By Pretty Things, It's a sadness it's a crime
Why I wasted so much
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By Pretty Things, She doesn't see the yellow light, falling on formica table
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By Pretty Things, She's there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn.
She's there
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By Pretty Things, And as she weaves her way, through city streets,
The dawn
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By Pretty Things, She takes the moon and stars
To wear as her disguise.
Then
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By Pretty Things, Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls,
Lay wined on the
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By Pretty Things, I've sailed the seas, a hard sea dog to please.
Tattooed