As she's been looking for the boy who wears the
Here I go down south
Across the water tonight
And everyone down
She's making phone calls late at night
To her best friends'
But every day that I don't see your face it's
Walk up down rundown avenues and back through swollen city
Maybe it's the make up or the parts of my
I've got an ongoing problem in my life,
To tolerate
She has a face to die for but nothing going
I don't see how another day is gonna make us
You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll
one just one and then I'll go
Though it's on the
Windy walks and days in bed
All our differences unsaid
Hand in
If you're a new band breaking,
Be aware cos she won't
So far away for me to see
When no relief is
Lying and accusations
Of all the things that I've heard
But still
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