[Verse 1]
Does you really don’t know where the avenuers go?
Are you lying through your teeth or are they paying through your nose?
A set of manners and a smile is all they want you for
But we can talk about it later, you can read it in the paper
I hated you away from the very start
I seen you sticking to your smile, it’s gone and broken my heart
Now the wind is making work of every step on the bridge
You say "I used to say we found each other, now I don’t know where he is"
You get that feel, make your spirit shinе
I let her prize apart my ribcagе like a crackhead at the blinds, it hurt
But come the downing of a scrapyard sun
There is no light falls on our failure, it ain’t covered in the paper
[Verse 2]
Well I really don’t care what you think of me
But something gears me to the grovel every opportunity
I’ve got that jealous stripe, I probably am that type
I’ll see you twenty Mary’s later when your tongue is talking straighter
Heard he took ‘em all down to the mercenary bar
I heard she broke up with her fella, now he’s drinkin’ in his car, nah
I’m not inclined towards the scandalous word
But on the subject of myself, I do believe what I’ve heard
There is a track beneath the wheel and it’s there till we die
She says "I don’t agree with nothing", I say “Neither do I”, go to sleep
There’s not a thing can’t be fixed with a dream
And we can talk about it later, you can read it in the paper
Does you really don’t know where the avenuers go?
Are you lying through your teeth or are they paying through your nose?
A set of manners and a smile is all they want you for
But we can talk about it later, you can read it in the paper
I hated you away from the very start
I seen you sticking to your smile, it’s gone and broken my heart
Now the wind is making work of every step on the bridge
You say "I used to say we found each other, now I don’t know where he is"
You get that feel, make your spirit shinе
I let her prize apart my ribcagе like a crackhead at the blinds, it hurt
But come the downing of a scrapyard sun
There is no light falls on our failure, it ain’t covered in the paper
[Verse 2]
Well I really don’t care what you think of me
But something gears me to the grovel every opportunity
I’ve got that jealous stripe, I probably am that type
I’ll see you twenty Mary’s later when your tongue is talking straighter
Heard he took ‘em all down to the mercenary bar
I heard she broke up with her fella, now he’s drinkin’ in his car, nah
I’m not inclined towards the scandalous word
But on the subject of myself, I do believe what I’ve heard
There is a track beneath the wheel and it’s there till we die
She says "I don’t agree with nothing", I say “Neither do I”, go to sleep
There’s not a thing can’t be fixed with a dream
And we can talk about it later, you can read it in the paper
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