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día 32, beautiful loser

For those who won't
And never will
Song sounds blue...
No-one at home
And time to kill
Song for the beautiful loser...

She would hide at the park and ride
Glued up to the gills
High tar cigarettes and sex
An appetite for pills
She's a shell of her former self
Bad natured on the shelf
And the honeymoon's wearing thin
It's a sign of the state we're in...

A stolen heart
Broken apart
Song for the beautiful loser...

Sweet sixteen
A kiss too far
Song sounds blue...

She was glad when her dad
Got locked out for good
Teaching her love by lashing out
With anything he could...

She's a shell of her former self
By nature left on the shelf
And the honeymoon's wearing thin
It's a sign of the state we're in...

She would hide at the park and ride
Glued up to the gills
Cigarettes and easy sex on a
Belly load of pills...

She's a shell of her former self
Bad natured, left on the shelf
And the honeymoon's wearing thin
It's a sign of the state we're in...

Song for the beautiful loser
Song sounds blue...

Escrito por Stark a las Marzo 16, 2004 07:24 PM