Call her
whatever the name you have
Curse her
with whatever the truth you hold
Sure
Home is the only safe place they can offer me
She's standing right there with her hands on her hips, or
She's hiding her face in the shade of her blueburry hood
And no-one believes she will be here next morning
Waited for for so long, she splits it up
Be there
killing all misconceptions
Move me
beat my state out of shape
And fill it
your faithless self is right for this me
<may 96-april 97>
Our Blues
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