will stain And split your heart from my name So drive away your mouth from my ears And waste a day so I can think clearly And what's left to wait for
It's a backwards attraction To your forward eyes But you're so far-sighted That you can't place trust In what or who you recognize We sped the Plymouth
'm standing up This is the face that launched one thousand ships This is the face that shot Who never have replaced Splitting up his kingdom into three seperate parts For
Bent at the knees, a last resort Backfired and made things worse Once on the bus, it was quite possible You'd be the jail house queen Jury and judge
Gravitated towards a taste For foreign films and modern plays But that machine could only Bend to squares five to six times Before your fingers came unwired
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: Gravitated towards a taste For foreign films and modern plays But that machine could only Bend to squares five to six times Before your fingers came
: it's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes but you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust in what or who you recognize we sped the Plymouth
wash behind their ears and let their hair down 'til the audiences leave I'm definitely shaking the silence isn't breaking backwashed and stranded memories of something
with stain and split your heart from my name... so drive away your mouth from my ears and waste a day so I can think clearly and what's left to wait for
from caving in I took a little more of what I take for granted And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn And wheels would roll away Something
too close without apologies cutthroat; cut out candid glimpses and wind me up; I'm ready can't escape this line of best fit I remember being inside something
: and if it was just how you wanted you'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem and changing your image and attitudes won't bring you back into your
: bent at the knee, a last resort backfired and made things worse once on the bus, it was quite possible you'd be the jailhouse queen jury and judge
Gravitated towards a taste For foreign films and modern plays But that machine could only Bend to squares five to six times Before your fingers came
walls from caving in I took a little more of what I take for granted And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn And wheels would roll away Something
and if it was just how you wanted you'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem and changing your image and attitudes won't bring you back into your