from the songs album Turn On the Bright Lights
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
we can cap the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change
well she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad
she can read she can read she can read she's bad
oh she's bad
but it's different now
that I'm poor and ageing
I'll never see this face again
you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
we could find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
we could top the old times clay-making and nothing else will change
but she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad
she can read she can read she can read she's bad
oh she's bad
it's different now that I'm poor and ageing
I'll never see this place againyou'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
but it's different now that I'm poor and ageing
I'll never see this place again
you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
it's in the way that she poses
it's in the things that she puts in my hair
her stories are boring and stuff
she's always calling my bluff
she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart
and she gets in my room and she takes it apart
she puts the weights into my little heart
I say she puts the weights into my little heart
she packs it away
it's in the way that she was
her heaven is never enough
she puts the weights in my heart
she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart
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