Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly (although she needs you more than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go (Over and over and over and over Over and over...)
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said:
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight?''
Não estou sozinha.
On August 07 2010
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