I wandered up to what I thought was your doorI'd
It's not the things that I can't change, that bother
DisappointedNever moreGot so low they had to usethe jaws of
Here comes the razor of doubt, here comes the falling
There's only one light on in the houseAnd that's the
I saw the lights of the Commodore BarryFrom the deck
Well I smoked my throat out last nightHoping you'd call
The dead girl mopes through a dead sceneWith a cross-stitched
Well you sent me runningFor cover, deep in those dark
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