in the shadow of the island across the bay
i see
okay, this one's for you
it's for you but not about
i got no money, no car, no job
here in the
Lying down on a train seat
Sleeping with a long sleeve
Wrapped
i have a gift to make you smile
i'll change your
Precious and sleeping with one foot exposed
In a white bedroom,
hello there, my lovely one
glad you're back on good ol'
If we sang in a choir together
I would probably fall
Sometimes I sit and reflect onThings my daddy saidThings I
I don't need your false affectionI don't need your serpent
I'm hiding ...I'm hiding ...I'm hiding who I really amI
He tip toesDown the stairsCarefully, don't wake the babyHis wife
I feel inadequateThat extra mystery puzzle piece that doesn't fitThat
You're my methadoneMy Nutra SweetMy false sense of satisfactionYou're my
I'm not about moderationYou better get used to the rideUp
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