Oggetto: The troubled words..
Data: 24/9/2007 18.30.3
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...of a troubled mind
I get home from work and
you're still standing in your dressing gown
well what am i to do?
I know all the things around your head
and what they do to you.
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna to?
Blame it on the black star
blame in on the falling sky
blame in on the satellite
that breams me home.
The troubled words of a troubled mind
i try to stay awake but it's 58hrs
since that i last slept with you.
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore
i get on the train and i just stand about
now that i don't think of you.
I keep falling over i keep passing out
when i see a face like you.
What are we coming to?
I'm gonna meltdown.
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