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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 trouble's 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 |
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