viernes, 11 de noviembre de 2011

miserable lie

So, goodbye
please stay with your own kind
and I'll stay with mine 

There's something against us
it's not time 
So, goodbye
I know I hardly say
how much I love your casual way
but please put your tongue away
a little higher and we’re well away 
the dark nights are drawing in 
and your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
and"love" is just a miserable lie
you have destroyed my flower like-life
not once-but twice
you have corrupt my innocent mind
not once-but twice
I know that wind-swept mystical air
it means: I'd like to see your underwear
I recognise that mystical air 
it means: I'd like to see your underwear
what do we get for the trouble and pain?
just a rented room in Whalley Range
into the depths of the criminal world
I followed her... 

I need advice, I need advice
because nobody ever looks at me twice 

I'm just a country-mile behind
the world 

I'm just a country mile behind 
the whole world 

so take me when you go

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