Thursday, 7 February 2013


the blame ... holding off the wolf with a cutting wire 

when you don't know what you're doing 
at the mercy of pretty hearts 
I reach up my hands
please please help me to walk 

at the end of the day you're on your own on the cold cold floor 

sound of the door clanging 
just give me something real for bread 
I don't mind if you sauce it up 

just gimme something real 




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