rat bastards singers who don't give us their lyrics
She slipped out from underneath his arm
and crawled across the floor
pulled down the shade and blew out the candle
and shut the door
to the other room
the floor was cold in the hall
and the light in the north room felt soft
and found direction
so it was really hard to tell
whether it was dusk or whether it was dawn
she said to herself
I used to wake up in the morning and the day was mine
And I used to wake up in the morning and the day was ours
Now I wake up in the morning and the day was belongs to you
I'm not a phone booth on a truck stop on the turnpike
ANd I don't know how I feel
I cannot see your face
I do not know what's real
nothing was really said after that
No goodbyes
She grabbed upa few things she needed
her heart, her soul, and the keys to the car
ANd she left
It was a gray day
Quitely on the bed
It's hard to see the future looking backeards through a telescope
and crawled across the floor
pulled down the shade and blew out the candle
and shut the door
to the other room
the floor was cold in the hall
and the light in the north room felt soft
and found direction
so it was really hard to tell
whether it was dusk or whether it was dawn
she said to herself
I used to wake up in the morning and the day was mine
And I used to wake up in the morning and the day was ours
Now I wake up in the morning and the day was belongs to you
I'm not a phone booth on a truck stop on the turnpike
ANd I don't know how I feel
I cannot see your face
I do not know what's real
nothing was really said after that
No goodbyes
She grabbed upa few things she needed
her heart, her soul, and the keys to the car
ANd she left
It was a gray day
Quitely on the bed
It's hard to see the future looking backeards through a telescope
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I am off to listen to The Who, The Rolling Stones, The Clash.....