What good is a photograph of you Everything I look at it It makes me feel blue What use is a souvenir Of something we once had When all it ever does
situations That call for diplomatic relations If I only knew the answer Or I thought we had a chance Or I could stop this I would stop this thing From spreading like a
When the site was found We laid the foundations down It didn't take long before They came back tumbling down Don't build at night You need a little light
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act so cruel - I loved it Read her book, take a look - I loved her Play the fool, act so cruel - I loved it Read her book, take a look - I loved her
implanted Heard the lies and I felt the cold It broke my heart and I lost control Now I'm a satellite of a free state I'm a satellite of hate A satellite
even touch you All I want to do is see you Don't you know that it's true I remember the days when we walked through the woods We'd sit on a bench for a
all day Shouldn't have done that A small boy and his infantry Marching around so naturally Shouldn't have done that Grows up and goes to school Such a
I've read more than a hundred books Seeing love mentioned many thousand times But despite all the places I've looked It's still no clearer It's just
Seen it before And it's painful Things must change We must re-arrange them Or we'll have to estrange them All that I'm saying A game's not worth playing
the guts I wish I could throw it on the fire I wish I could but to say I would I'd be a liar What good is a color print of a little baby doll? When just
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goes to school Such a nice boy, obeys all the rules Mummy's proud of that Leaves school to follow his ambition Knows what he wants, to be a politician
When the site was found, we laid the foundations down It didn't take long before they came back tumbling down Don't build at night, you need a little
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Seen it before and it's painful Things must change We must rearrange them Or we'll have to estrange them All that I'm sayin' A game's not worth playin
same again Gonna lock myself in a cold black room Put a shadow over myself and a veil of gloom I will function, operate I will be a satellite of hate A