No psychic warning You would leave me in mourning From childish seductions With familiar conclusions
High on the pavement Then so low in the airport No text book on therapy Will stop me admitting defeat
If my english were better could I've curved this disaster I don't know
The sweetest of flowers On the crudest of altars I confide in a picture as I'm breaking my promise
That if I just hold it together I can curve this disaster I don't know I don't know
If I'd just found the humor Could I've curved this disaster Well I don't think so I don't think so
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