Sad as a story, my rainy day girl Sat on her hands in a sugar-free world Mimed in a million video games Bad to the bone, like the garbage she's made
And the world is calling you Like the stranger stalling for you Like the pollen falling Falling for you
Caught like a bug in a jar by the door Sat like a specimen made to perform She sits in her armchair, and flutters, and sighs Bad to the bone, like the garbage inside She cries
And the world is calling you Like the stranger stalling for you Like the pollen falling Falling for you
And the world is calling Like the stranger stalling Like the pollen that's falling Falling for you
Sad as a story, my rainy day girl Sat on her hands in a saccharine world And I'm just someone who remembers her name Bad to the bone, like the garbage she's made And I
And the world is calling Like the stranger stalling Like the pollen that's falling Falling for you
Round the kerbs they're crawling Round the backstreets they're bawling Down the escalators they're falling Falling for you Falling for you They're falling for you
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