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Blowing smoke rings in my face again You look a mess I think we've got the time and the inclination now Getting slower every single day It's just your
We're going to fly to the sun 'cause your planets been done The planets been done We're going to flee before caught 'Cause your planets been bought
I put a pebble in my shoe Every step I am with you. I just stumble along To the beat of a child's drum, My heart is on the line Can all my wonders be
And the cigarettes you crashed Left a trail that I could catch Like those jet streams in your eyes, You know you're harder to define Roll up roll down
The night before we always died In morning light we survived 'Cause we lived a lot and loved a lot And drank a lot and fought She wears my ring, in
She was the sinking ship that dragged me down I was well equipped I wouldn't drown At the journey's end we would no longer be Time and tide don't bury
Stop the press I'm in a mess I kissed a girl to shut her up It didn't work, it never does 'Cause what you see is what you see Stop the press I'm in
I'm done with drugs and cigarettes pornography and casual sex I'm done with drink and late night fun my hedonism's all been done Because I have finally
I'm so blue, so blue I glow Sinking slowly in my home Home's the Place I need to be Never growing always, always To the place I need to be My head's
Tongues too big I just can't swallow I'm planning not to show The words you baked have all gone hollow You're not supposed to blow In my head, piling
The pure blue light of tomorrow Creeps closer toward me Five footsteps from sorrow The flames will set you free And I haven't seen you smile In such
I hear your voice right now Flying to meet me I still can taste the mist on the breeze I can feel the strangest wings Flying under me I see your face
I really had to laugh when you stabbed me in the back And like a dog in heat she said she'd stay with me So I wrote this little song to help me get along
See you on the silver screen, the TV, and the stage Collect your Oscar, brit and bafta your name is engraved You're having my sex, you're sleeping with
Drink and slow living are still kind of Giving me hangovers without a hope So I jumped in the Clyde and watched my love die And floated away on a boat
Some day somewhere you'll follow me down Your face misplaced My love, I'm wearing a frown Don't want to talk about it When you're around Can't even think
Life in the garden of Eden is good now You're feeding me Tired of all your deceiving And all that you rain down on me Blackened, blinded, now you're