you gotta take your licks
strange times long lines
there are no clean cups
you gotta mess it up
to see why you cry
i can?t stay home at night
i?m drawn out like a moth to lamplight
come on now
you gotta try it out
you?re killing time
you?re killing mine
don?t go, i?ll never know
when you?re away, i sleep all day
nothing works and thinking hurts
you belong to me
in my dreams
(chorus)
Submitted by OptimusPrime at Thu 14 Aug, 2003 11:07 pm
Author: ?
Composer: ?
Publisher: Barsuk Records
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