Now that we're done / for a thousand years

You can't stand regrets in me

Though they're common as a favourite child

If you see me with / a winter background cold

That's a me that gives way.


What did it do for all my / Laughing these past thousand years?

All these things that ya do love

No matter what we had (And all that we ever knew)

Did they fill me with... / of... / the... / yeah!

They give them telephone love and

Did it get what ya wanted? Threw the cot away?


Wedded to scrapbooks full of / lies that the box didn't know.

I have the secrets you can't find room for.

Wait until all mine / keep me from yourself

In the city I see you loving you.

The End

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