From the Album Didnt Feel A Thing The way you are youre mending fences Your lips are torn from barbed wire kisses Cos your the rebound girl In a cold new world With only twenty five summers to date Youve left the purse latch open It keeps him roaming for change You crave the thought of one who chooses Enslaved to love youve worn its bruises His tournaquet will grip you tighter Cos your the rebound girl In a cold new world With only twenty five summers to date Youve seen the brushback comb and The sleek cell phone in his case Underneath leaden loads When you wane, grip my rope Then climb out
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