Never a heaven an age old question Written from a cold place I feel sour I need a shower Or just a slap in the face Circumstance has left romance And a puzzle in front of me Who knows the ending, if the truth need bending, A lie is the tool that you'll need
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So I'm under a mountain Stuck to this mattress Perfume and valium
What makes a Sunday different from Monday Could be a look in her eyes In need of flattery she changes batteries So that her light will shine The words she utters either so flows or stutters They're either silly or wise Anger with concern But never to yearn Only to be by your side
