Its the kind of night thats so cold, when you spit It freezes before it hits the ground And when a bum asks you for a quarter, you give a dollar If hes out tonight he must be truly down And Im searching all the windows for a last minute present To prove to you that what I said was real For something small and frail and plastic, baby Cause cheap is how I feel Half moon in the sky tonight, bright enough To come up with an answer To the question why is it that every time I see you My love grows a little stronger But your memory leaves my stomach churning Feeling like a lie about to be revealed But Ill hoard all this to myself Cause cheap is how I feel Its not the smell in here that gets to me, its the lights I hate the shadows that they cast And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing Ill always drag with me from my past I think Ill find a pair of eyes tonight, to fall into And maybe strike a deal Your body for my soul, fair swap Cause cheap is how I feel Songwriter Mike Timmins
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