Annabelle, Annabelle
Where'd you run off to?
Annabelle, oh Annabelle
I'm lost wi
Another night with your head in the oven
Simmering like a
Won't you please step inside?
Something to show, something to share
My
Dead end girl on the outside looking in
On a dead
This garden's growing hunger like your growing fly trap smile
This
Tell me heather
Why do you never answer the phone?
When it
[Originally by Stone Roses]
I don't have to sell my soul
He's
The night is falling, thank God
I hear the calling of
Bring your bored, bring your broken hearted
Got a vessel that
We came down with a crushing might
I might be mistaken
We
(instrumental)
When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And resentment rides
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