Tuesday 9 November 2010

Nothing Rhymes with Nothing: Willard Grant Conspiracy.

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Music for your listening pleasure...





I watch the stars run away
They can't wait to leave the sky today
I see the morning shadows descend
Across your wide brown eyes 

Again

And every time you hurt me
I say that it's alright
I'm all that's left to blame
The morning after 

Another lonely night

Well, I guess that leaving town
Is the best thing I can do
And this is my last attempt at loving you
Every time you hurt me
I say it's alright
And I'm all that's left to blame
The morning after 

Another lonely night

The morning after 

Another lonely night


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