Well, I know you find it hard to smileTo keep your happiness in styleYou pass in silence in the mornin’You know you shouldn’t ever try to ignore meAnd you look to be pretty nervousSweaty hands and blood shot eyesSo hard to identify youJust a loser in a loser’s disguiseShe don’t back downAnd she won’t come around hereNow there’s all this talk about dyingWell I don’t get it, for the life of meWith your fingernails painted redAnd your eyes all ready to wedDecorated from head to toeLike a magician in a talent showShe don’t back downAnd she don’t come around hereAn’ there’s all this talk about dyingWell I don’t get it, for the life of meSo you’ve smoked your last cigaretteBurned coldly on a train from tibetAnd broke your last bottle of wineAnd unraveled your last ball of twineWell, she don’t back downShe don’t come around hereNow there’s all this talk about dyingWell I don’t get it, for the life of meShe don’t back downShe don’t come around hereNow there’s all this talk about dyingWell I don’t get it, for the life of meWell, I know you find it hard to smileTo keep your happiness in styleYou pass in silence in the mornin’You know you don’t usually ignore meNow there’s all this talk about dyingWell, I don’t get it, for the life of me
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