I asked you for a ride
I was lonely
And hoping to
George died in the fifth grade
No one ever knew why
He
It only hurts me when I'm awake
It seems to die
Well I knew a dealer, dan, and he'd say
"don't worry
She was a faker, I was a fool
I tried to
Way down in soho town
Where the lovely people love to
I heard nothing but the empty slap of words
That was
This town's got to shake down to its roots
An' I
I'm not immune so I commune
With the objects in my
I guess I make my way okay, I guess I
You sheltered me from harm
You kept me warm, you kept
And if you wed another
I would have to kill you.
Both
Can you still remember
How it seemed that
We could live forever
I've seen you in the magazines and I'm really glad
Lyrics and music by jude christodal
Red room
Bedroom
Clean sheets
Dark night
St
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