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Premier - She Doesn't Bother With Goodbyes lyrics
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The light from the diner's hitting your face In the nicest beating I've ever seen As it runs its fingers up and down your cheeks And throws your shadow against the wall A bit to roughly like a gentleman who's had to much gin for the evening So, baby have you got a cigarette No, I don't smoke I'd just like to hold it Twirl between my fingers what murders the masses Feel like I'm playing God for a moment There's something sentimental about a classic love scene But there's nothing classic about the way she's pretty There's red tape on everything She's a crime scene that breaths She's a crime scene The light above us is careless Throwing splashes of color in the strangest of places And she said, you look so beautiful with your face all shaded So, baby have you got a cigarette No, I don't smoke Twirl between my fingers what murders the masses Feel like I'm playing God for a moment Is this your favorite sun-dress? I'll try not to tear it But a promise made isn't always a promise kept There's nothing elegant about this She won't stop kissing But my lips have gone dead and rigid Find me a calendar and I'll strike this from the record She barely said a word and I barely answered So, baby have you got a cigarette No, I don't smoke I'd just like to hold it Twirl between my fingers what murders the masses (My heart is miles from my body) Feel like I'm playing God for a moment (My heart is miles from my body) (I'm sorry, miss, I didn't catch your name Perhaps it's best that you don't Maybe I'll see you around someday Well, maybe you won't)