Well, I know you find it hard to smile,
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin´
You know you shouldn´t ever try to ignore me.
And you look to be pretty nervous
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes.
So hard to identify you,
Just a loser in a loser´s disguise.
She don´t back down,
And she won´t come around here
Now there´s all this talk about dying
Well I don´t get it, for the life of me.
With your fingernails painted red
And your eyes all ready to wed
Decorated from head to toe
Like a magician in a talent show.
She don´t back down,
And she don´t come around here.
An´ there´s all this talk about dying,
Well I don´t get it, for the life of me.
So you´ve smoked your last cigarette
Burned coldly on a train from Tibet
And broke your last bottle of wine
And unraveled your last ball of twine.
Well, she don´t back down,
She don´t come around here
Now there´s all this talk about dying,
Well I don´t get it, for the life of me.
She don´t back down,
She don´t come around here
Now there´s all this talk about dying,
Well I don´t get it, for the life of me.
Well, I know you find it hard to smile
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin´
You know you don´t usually ignore me.
Now there´s all this talk about dying,
Well, I don´t get it, for the life of me.
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