“ Jesus Jesus what's it all about
trying to clout These little ingrates into shape
when i was Their Age all the lights went out
there was no time to whine and mope about

And even now part of me flies over
dresden at angels one five
though they'll never fathom it behind my
sarcasm desperate memories lie

Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep, good
'Cos that's the only time that i can really talk to you
and there is something that i've locked away
That Is a memory too painful
to withstand the light of day
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