Is her dark enough to see your light?
Love taught me to die
What I want from you, is empty your head
And if you hate me, then hate me so good that you can let me out
We’ll call it Christmas, when the adverts begin
so why d'ya fill my sorrow
with the words you've borrowed
I should be stronger than weeping alone
Good eyes see nothing to shoot
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And why??? Hmmm, well, it speaks....
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