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Use that key and make me bleed, radiator
And off-season, there's not a devil in hell who would turn down the chance to meet her
Talking underhand on her favourite band
You'd pretend to like before leaving
The torrential sounds under heaving clouds
You said the sky's just bruised but I saw bleeding
What do you want? I would not care enough to know
And further on, I still won't care enough to know
And if it's all too much for the common touch
I could gild my hands in this circumstance
I could lift you up, give a further thought
I could bleat your name in the crowd
And off-season, there's not a devil in hell who would turn down the chance to meet her
Talking underhand on her favourite band
You'd pretend to like before leaving
The torrential sounds under heaving clouds
You said the sky's just bruised but I saw bleeding
What do you want? I would not care enough to know
And further on, I still won't care enough to know
And if it's all too much for the common touch
I could gild my hands in this circumstance
I could lift you up, give a further thought
I could bleat your name in the crowd
I think she had a pretty name, something that rhymes with Jesus
And it's insane, there's not a debonair who would turn down the chance to meet her
Sunk a couple grand on a losing hand
Complaining, tried to fight the dealer
The habitual rounds over burial grounds
The father, daughter, and the mother Teresa, Teresa, oh
Fuckin' Teresa
What do you want? I would not care enough to know
And further on, I still won't care enough to know
And if it's all too much for the common touch
I could gild my hands in this circumstance
I could lift you up, give a further thought
I could bleat your name in the crowd
And it's insane, there's not a debonair who would turn down the chance to meet her
Sunk a couple grand on a losing hand
Complaining, tried to fight the dealer
The habitual rounds over burial grounds
The father, daughter, and the mother Teresa, Teresa, oh
Fuckin' Teresa
What do you want? I would not care enough to know
And further on, I still won't care enough to know
And if it's all too much for the common touch
I could gild my hands in this circumstance
I could lift you up, give a further thought
I could bleat your name in the crowd
Look, could you give me a minute?
I'm not so sharp when I'm on my own
I see your face move in the shadows of all the places we used to go
But could you give me a minute?
I shut my mouth just to spite my nose
I wish my words were made for lovers, but I can't stand not singing on my own
I'm not so sharp when I'm on my own
I see your face move in the shadows of all the places we used to go
But could you give me a minute?
I shut my mouth just to spite my nose
I wish my words were made for lovers, but I can't stand not singing on my own
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