do, do, do do do, do
do, do, do do do,
sickness grabs me by the hand
and the cramp in my
(instrumental)
i'm waiting for the good luck to come down on
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
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