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Richard Walters – Dead End Lover lyrics
Hey, Pollyanna do you like champagne?
Do you like the sensation of cheap cocaine?
Then come home with me, I’m holding everything here in my hands
Have you seen me? Do you know my face?
I’m your dead end lover in this run down place
So come lie with me, it’s meant to be
I’m in love again
And boom
You’re in love again
And it feels like the first time
Always feels like the first time
Dead end lover
I’m your dead end lover
Jane, can I keep you? Can I make you mine?
You’re my muse, you’re my sun, you’re my waste of time
So don’t leave me, it’s hard to be living alone
Are you lonely? Are you lost like me?
Do you fear for the future, for what might be?
Then don’t question it, don’t wait
I’m in love again
And boom
You’re in love again
And it feels like the first time
Always feels like the first time
Don’t it feel like the first time?
Dead end lover
I’m your dead end lover
Do you like the sensation of cheap cocaine?
Then come home with me, I’m holding everything here in my hands
Have you seen me? Do you know my face?
I’m your dead end lover in this run down place
So come lie with me, it’s meant to be
I’m in love again
And boom
You’re in love again
And it feels like the first time
Always feels like the first time
Dead end lover
I’m your dead end lover
Jane, can I keep you? Can I make you mine?
You’re my muse, you’re my sun, you’re my waste of time
So don’t leave me, it’s hard to be living alone
Are you lonely? Are you lost like me?
Do you fear for the future, for what might be?
Then don’t question it, don’t wait
I’m in love again
And boom
You’re in love again
And it feels like the first time
Always feels like the first time
Don’t it feel like the first time?
Dead end lover
I’m your dead end lover
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