If your right hand is causing you painCut it off, cut it offIf your colours have started to runLet them all run, run away from youThere is lightning in this roomAbove our heads, waiting to strikeI'm a thinker, not a talkerPut your faith, your faith in God
We were hoping for some romanceAll we found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of flux
I'd kill for an adventureJust you and I in the Curzon BarDancing 'til we knewSo all that we've learnt disappears
When she shot the scene at meI saw my father in the second gradeConcerned and kindYet unable to reach me
We were hoping for some romanceAll we found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of flux
We need to talkWe need to talkWe need to talkWe need to talkWe need to talk
We were hoping for some romanceAll we found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of flux
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