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When i hit on love
With nothing to back it up
Count me out of luck

Forgive me if i don't get up

Forgive me if i don't get up
Forgive me if my numbers don't show
I'm always aiming to go

Count me out
I'm too naive
For too long i've been absent without leaving
I go missing out awkward scenes
Daydreaming with a vengeance
Supreme

I think she knows, i think she knows

"he's got a skullful
Or kerosene and shortcuts
Balanced on his neck
Overhead, a jet
Full of passengers
Slumbering in his ear
She's weirder, weirder, weirder
Than at any other time
She's got his chassis
Nuzzling a foggy bottom line"

1. you're tempting fate away with this simple threat
"when you take chances sometimes chances are what you get"
Then you said something to me

2. then make your move

1. i don't quite know why, i was taken aback

2. things will improve

1. "what you cannot carry you must drag and drag..:'

2. then make your move

3. it's exactly what i want!

2. things will improve

3. it's exactly what i want!

1. "... drag and drag"
Le marche du siecle dans ton salon

2. then make your move

3. it only looks as if it hurts
It's exactly what i want!
It's exactly what i want!
Oh, it's exactly what i want!

1. how still you and i've made this place
How still you and i've made this place
Then you said something to me

2. then make your move

1. i don't quite know why, i was taken aback

2. things will improve

1. "what you cannot carry you must drag and drag..:'

2. then make your move

3. it's exactly what i want!

2. things will improve

3. it's exactly what i want!

1. "...drag and drag"
Your system of happiness has mastered me

2. then make your move

3. it only looks as if it hurts

4. my first impulse was to buy it

We're deep in her diary now
A month for every kiss
And this passion-in-hours amounts
To little more than this
She keeps wisteria
I keep forgetting to die

We keep on getting there
Sickly thug and i
She keeps a distance
I keep forgetting to die
We'll keep on getting there
Sickly thug and me
She keeps wisteria
I keep turning to lapis lazuli

A pistol whipping wind
Sickly thug and me
Our hearts fire blanks
Over the marshes
The river lee
Was there anything
Really moving in the news tonight?

If there's no hope for us
There'll be no respite
Just a drop or two
From a bottle of the widow's mite
We'll keep on getting there
I'll just happen to you
We'll be back from somewhere else
We'll never get to

Over here may be bad
Realissimo bad
But that nameless other place
It's far far worse
I'm an innocent
I never resisted
Alcohol and coloured beads

Broken sunshine swells
The length of waltham beach
And nothing ever changes
And nothing ever lasts for long
It just stays out of reach
This feeling's mutual
For sickly thug and me

This feeling's mutual now
But so separately
We're burning up
We're collapsing into probability
And there's no hope for us
And there's no respite
Just a drop or two
From a bottle of the widow's mite