do, do, do do do, do
do, do, do do do,
sickness grabs me by the hand
and the cramp in my
(instrumental)
On the bus back from Bristol, we talked about death
And
A sticker on your notebook says, "No more!"
"No more!"
What is
a church an houses
a dry wind rises
no seasight
no tight
a bridge
you want me now, you're all looks and smiles
but i've
how foolish of me to think she could love me
how
everyday bliss is not remembered
i know exactly how my belly
i came from the richest planet in a silver pick-up
the day is a german green with a dash of
i left the flat cause it felt like home
ordered wine
I was looking at you from the back of the
i want a hotel room with class
square ice cubes in
I had to leave you and go away
but I
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