God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across pont champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin
It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I 'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say...
(Stars, 'Your Ex-Lover is Dead')
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3 comments:
trout, mashed and niblets, followed by self-immolation. yummers!
Fuck all this lyricsology shit! Why not pull a Glen Close on him and serve up some bunny soup?
Revenge is where its at, yo!
~D-Rocks
ps. lyricsology (made-up word)
Every time, every SINGLE time with this song. Thanks to the Mommies for sharing their music.
D-rocks: I'm fresh out of dead bunnies at the moment. They do say that revenge is best served cold, so I'm thinking more of a vichyssoise.
Or a nice borscht.
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