Well, I know you find it hard to smile,
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin
You know you shouldnt ever try to ignore me.
And you look to be pretty nervous
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes.
So hard to identify you,
Just a loser in a losers disguise.
She dont back down,
And she wont come around here
Now theres all this talk about dying
Well I dont get it, for the life of me.
With your fingernails painted red
And your eyes all ready to wed
Decorated from head to toe
Like a magician in a talent show.
She dont back down,
And she dont come around here.
An theres all this talk about dying,
Well I dont get it, for the life of me.
So youve smoked your last cigarette
Burned coldly on a train from Tibet
And broke your last bottle of wine
And unraveled your last ball of twine.
Well, she dont back down,
She dont come around here
Now theres all this talk about dying,
Well I dont get it, for the life of me.
She dont back down,
She dont come around here
Now theres all this talk about dying,
Well I dont get it, for the life of me.
Well, I know you find it hard to smile
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin
You know you dont usually ignore me.
Now theres all this talk about dying,
Well, I dont get it, for the life of me.
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