Plain walls and cobbled stones surroundMe, open air no longer intoxicatedBy her hairShe wanted it bad, the best shed ever hadBut she tried and she tried and he stillCouldnt get it upTurning over the pages in a magazineI see your picture in a punk fanzineShe wanted it bad, the best shed ever hadBut she tried and she tried and he stillCouldnt get it upLie on the floor bottled outToo drunk to forget my doubtsTheres something wrong with this sceneIts just another wrecked machineI see you, fly to taste new waysIts ok Ill stay behind, I looked in yourEyes, it made me realise that Id nothingTo say that could ever make you changeYour mindFeel so detached from these surrounds,The grey desks the empty shelvesIf I leave it behind will I loose my mindI dont know but I hope that somedaySoon I will find out
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