smoulder burn with pain (something kinda nice)
Harry's love--his heart--
patters down like rain (something kinda warm)

If you had a stethoscope
you could hear her name (something kinda close)

C  In the dark of the evening
   In the dark of the evening
   Oscar's grind and wounds that never heal

Harry's hands--his strength--
tumbles in the sheets (something kinda warm)
Harry's arse--his life--
crumbles in the sun (something kinda soft)

If you were an astronaut
you could touch her toes (something kinda fine)--C
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