An upbeat homage to post punk of the '80s
words and music: Adam Latham
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Just a song
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She said I'd never be the one
And that she'd never be alone
But everything she said to me was poetry and obscenely vague
She rode on waves of saccharine
Hypoglycemic crash again
And every day she spent with me excited me like nicotine
She will never fade away. Time will never strip away.
And there's nothing that she's given me that I suppose I'll ever need again.
And she is still the same...she's alone.
She's sugar sweet upon the tongue
The bitter lingers when it's done
She's a habit that's quite dangerous, an addiction that will leave you needing more.
She will never fade away. Time will never strip away.
And there's nothing that she's given me that I suppose I'll ever need again.
And she is still the same...she's alone.
She took off all her clothes, then she gently said
"good night" and then she went to bed right next to me alone
And there's nothing that she's given me that I suppose I'll ever need again and she's still the same...she's alone.
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