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If you were an angel I would cut off your wings To keep you with me I would do anything Like broken bottles that slip from drunken hands I've watched my star falling and shatter on the ground First you wash your hair then you wash your hands Oh yeah I think I understand Untouchable if I'm not fit To even crawl if I'm too sick I'll soak my skin in alcohol until I feel untouchable I blew my chances as you blowdried your hair I thought of my answers as you walked down the stairs D'you think I'd defile you, if you were to close? D'you think I'd infect you? D'you think I'd give you a dose? First you wash your hair then you was your hands Oh yeah I think I understand I'll drink until my skin is full and I will feel untouchable Untouchable…… untouchable…… |
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At eight o'clock we
said goodbye That's when I left her house for mine She said that she'd be staying in Well she had to be at work by nine So I get home and have a bath And left an hour or two pass Drifting in front of my TV When a film comes on that she wants to see It's Monday morning 5 19 And I'm still wondering where she's been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost 6 am And I don't want to try again Cause if she's still not back then this must be the end At half past two I picture her In the back of someone else's car He runs his fingers through her hair Oh you shouldn't left him touch you there It's Monday morning 5 19 And I'm still wondering where she's been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost 6 am And I don't want to try again Cause if she's still not back Well heaven knows what then Is this the end It's Monday morning 5 19 And I'm still wondering where she's been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost 6 am And I don't want to try again Cause if she's still not back Well heaven knows what then Is this the end |
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