I should have known
By the arc of the empty wine
When I wake in the morning
Of a bad skin day
And
Give me an opinion
'Cos I don't have one
I'll
There is a darkness to these jaded days
Maybe it's a
In the womb
Back in playschool
In the yard
Where it first got
Out into pitch black
Where the moon lay upon its back
Driving
I went 'round to stand in your hall
To watch you
I don't wanna shake you off
I love the way we
You left it, I sent it
I want it back
You left
How I know
Go bow end send mend bend pretend
Shut your
When your hand brushed against mine
I thought I'd collapse
I'm no
Everybody finished their honey tipped cigar
Our after dinner speaker tonight
On the telephone
On the message board
On the toilet wall
Telemarket poll
By
What's with the angel
and what's with the devil
They keep swapping
My book has more bookmarks than pages
'Cos it take me
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