She says
“You’re so mean to me
I’m in misery
All the things
You’ve got to take your mind off him
But not with
It'll all click when the mortgage clears
All our fears will
Knocking on my door was an evil silhouette
Knocking this morning
Desperate men are coming round to make you safer
They’ll take
With two tape decks and microphone
I bang on my guitar
Just
What I thought would never come has come
I wished that
On the rundown streets of London
The checkout girl runs inside
The
One autumn you once said to me
There's too much stuff
I wish that you were here
Coz the night is so
The cars I see below the plane
Look just like blood
Tangled up in
Headphone lead
Hot rubber bleeds
Out of your Nikes
And onto
I imported horses from Dubai
Like great white sharks
We rode
Around
The local
It'll all click when the mortgage clearsAll our fears will
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