In a back room,
Which I keep for days upon, which I relent
And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some
Imaginary friend.
So how about it?
Show me please how I will look in twenty years
And let me please,
Interpret history in every line and scar that's painted
There in front of me.
It doesn't matter what I'm thinking
What I tell myself to do
I'll end up calling.
I stay in to defrost the fridge
Now the kid has gone to bed
A feeling of dread.
At least when she's around the troubles there,
It's worse to wake up with her falling round the room.
Listen johnny; you're like a mother
To the girl you've fallen for,
And you're still falling.
Listen johnny;
You're like a mother to the girl you've fallen for,
And you're still falling,
And if they come tonight
You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you next.
There's a portrait In a back room, Which I keep for days upon, which I relent And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some Imaginary friend. So how about it? Show me please how I will look in twenty years And let me please, Interpret history in every line and scar that's painted There in front of me. It doesn't matter what I'm thinking What I tell myself to do I'll end up calling. I stay in to defrost the fridge Now the kid has gone to bed A feeling of dread. At least when she's around the troubles there, It's worse to wake up with her falling round the room. Listen johnny; you're like a mother To the girl you've fallen for, And you're still falling. Listen johnny; You're like a mother to the girl you've fallen for, And you're still falling, And if they come tonight You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you next. Explain Request ×
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