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the lovers
Last nights play fight was great!
You should get up though
You're going to be late.
Ok sleepy head,
Can't spend all day in bed
I'm going down for breakfast,
You want some cooked bread?
Half hour passes
Empty plate and glasses
Why's she still upstairs?
Still sleeping on her own with no cares?
Come on now, wakey wakey!
You want a go of I givey you takey?
Why are you still ignoring me?
Your childish games are really boring me!
Ok, now you've got me concerned
I've known you for a long time
And this doesn't match the things I've learned,
you're normally up early, ready for the day
You're usually full of life, smiley, gay
Goosebumps start at the back of my head
She still hasn't moved perhaps she's.....
No, no, mustn't think like that
poor girl is tired perhaps I should put her on her back.
My world slows, mouth filled with beating heart
This decadent beauty, now little more than art,
How the hell was I to know? She suffered heart problems,
Her immune system was low.
Looking round our room now
Empty bottles, wraps of blow
Split across the floor
Looks like we had some indoor snow
My fingerprints are everywhere
How can i get away with this?
My best friend and lover
You will be sorely missed
I'll Never forget you soulmate
And our crazy drug fuelled life
Be at peace, forget your woes,
I'll tell your man what happened to his wife.
You should get up though
You're going to be late.
Ok sleepy head,
Can't spend all day in bed
I'm going down for breakfast,
You want some cooked bread?
Half hour passes
Empty plate and glasses
Why's she still upstairs?
Still sleeping on her own with no cares?
Come on now, wakey wakey!
You want a go of I givey you takey?
Why are you still ignoring me?
Your childish games are really boring me!
Ok, now you've got me concerned
I've known you for a long time
And this doesn't match the things I've learned,
you're normally up early, ready for the day
You're usually full of life, smiley, gay
Goosebumps start at the back of my head
She still hasn't moved perhaps she's.....
No, no, mustn't think like that
poor girl is tired perhaps I should put her on her back.
My world slows, mouth filled with beating heart
This decadent beauty, now little more than art,
How the hell was I to know? She suffered heart problems,
Her immune system was low.
Looking round our room now
Empty bottles, wraps of blow
Split across the floor
Looks like we had some indoor snow
My fingerprints are everywhere
How can i get away with this?
My best friend and lover
You will be sorely missed
I'll Never forget you soulmate
And our crazy drug fuelled life
Be at peace, forget your woes,
I'll tell your man what happened to his wife.
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