when mad girls are gone singing love songs
a lonely lass
whose eyes and lips dead shut
lost in a big fat gigantic mess
she lit a cigarette up and all is born again
to put up with the thing she's done
to remind her of who she was
and to take her mind off
like an ocean takes the ***** sands
like an empty bottle takes the rain
like an nuclear bomb takes clear air
like the scars takes time to heal
the world seems to drop dead
mad girls are gone to hit the road
a swift wind from the barley caresses her body
all the stars go waltzing out in black and white
and all the odds left within
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
when mad girls are gone singing love songs
a lonely lass
whose eyes and lips dead shut
lost in a big fat gigantic mess
she lit a cigarette up and all is born again
to put up with the thing she's done
to remind her of who she was
and to take her mind off
like an ocean takes the ***** sands
like an empty bottle takes the rain
like an nuclear bomb takes clear air
like the scars takes time to heal
the world seems to drop dead
mad girls are gone to hit the road
a swift wind from the barley caresses her body
all the stars go waltzing out in black and white
and all the odds left within
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