21 December 2006
Here comes the rain again
Falling on your head like a tragedy
Falling on your head causing new demotions
Not even...
Diggin' deeper in the sand, now the water comes up.
Cut my finger on the years oh, years oh.
What can you do? I'll remember you.
He waits for you behind the years oh, years oh.
Let it go.
And it's so good to hear him whispering his wishes inside you.
Play along, there is no wrong,
you've got to let him guide you.
You're the first sweet little girl to have this love of mine.
Foreve
Wake up baby to the fact that you're poor soul's unclever.
Change your mind give me your life,
and you can live forever.
Play along, there is no wrong,
you've got to let him guide you.
It's so
Once I thought I was more right than wrong,
Painting myself in the corner.
What I bought and why it takes so long,
Something inside of her warned her.
I know that it doesn't matter much
But I hope we'll, keep in touch.
I know that we won't go on as such
But I hope we'll, keep in touch.
Could it be that hard,
To send you a postcard?
Fragile smile, a ragged sleeve,
Didn't laugh once to often. (pause)
Before a while, it takes to grieve,
Try to repair what I've done.
See yourself never satisfied,
In the clothes that you try now.
I swore myself, I said I'd never cry.
Close to saying goodbye now.
Had a friend, she once told me,
"You got a friend, you ain't lonely,"
Now she's gone and left me only
Looking for what I knew.
Met a man on the roadside crying,
Without a friend, there's no denying,
You're incomplete, they'll be no finding
Looking for what you knew.
She hears them talk of new ways
To protect the home she lives in,
Then she wonders what it's all about
When they break down the door.
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