Album: The Wallflowers (1992)
Well, I know you find it hard to smile,
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin´
You know you shouldn´t ever try to ignore me.
And you look to be pretty nervous
Sweaty hands & blood shot eyes.
So hard to identify you,
Just a loser in a loser´s disguise.
She don´t back down,
And she won´t come around here
An´ theres all this talk about dying
Man I do not get it, for the life of me.
With your fingernails pain´ted red
And your eyes all ready to wed
Decorated from head to toe
Like a magician in a talent show.
She don´t back down,
And she don´t come around here.
An´ theres all this talkin´ about dying,
Man I do not get it, for the life of me.
So you have smoked your last cigarette
Blindfolded on a train from Tibet
And broke your last bottle of wine
And unraveled your last ball of twine.
She don´t back down,
She don´t come around here
Now theres all this talkin´ about dying,
Man I do not get it, for the life of me.
She don´t back down,
She don´t come around here
Now theres all this talkin´ about dying,
Man I do not get it, for the life of me.
Well, I know you find it hard to smile
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin´
You know you do not
need to / mean to ignore me.
Now theres all this talk about dying,
Well, I do not get it, for the life of me.
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