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Squeeze
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I've ReturnedMeð því að: Squeeze |
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Sweets From A Stranger |
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Squeeze » I've Returned |
(difford/tilbrook)
Last night i played the drunken fiddle
Disabled love with a word of dribble
On and on about some jumbled subject
Said your friends were a bunch of muppets
Said your sister should have grown a moustache
Said you didn't need to take off your mask
Down the staircase i made my stagger
I left you crying but it didn't matter
So i sat inside my car and wonder
A headache in my head like the thunder
Chewed my nails like a guilty victim
Couldn't see or feel the night or nothing
Wanted to explain but all so desperate
Love was like it was some investment
Then i don't remember who said what when
On a scrap of paper i placed my pen
When i woke up in the morning
Beside you in the bed
My mouth was full of nothing
My arm around your head
And i don't know how i got there
I didn't want to check
Now back between each other
We're salvaging our wreck
You've thrown my jigsaw all over the floor
We're at the deepest deep
I thought our love had died forever
But it just went to sleep
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