Few true cares have I as the world turns round.
Fashion, the timing’s all wrong. They taste another flavour and
Give me a story and give me a bed
Give me
Don't tell mother about,
Where you go when lights are down,
Don't
Looking for an insult, there's a trickle in my head.
I vow that it's goodbye. I vow that it's goodbye
Don't ask me why, don't ask me why, I’ll join
Lying awake, dead of night and eyes that never close.
When the weather's fine, when it's sunny outside, think about
The Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe, the Lone Ranger sold
Here, dive below
Here I go
We're on the shore
Down by the
Picture myself as a thin white child, back to the
It’s 4 in the morning July in ’69, me and
When the world, it shows me up
my clothes, they show
And she's walking on the edge of a knife and
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