Tracy was singing her malcontent song

In a bright market morning in May

A deafening silence that broke up the story

That James was trying to relate

This girl has no feeling, but she's quite appealing

Like the evenings first bottle of beer

With the sleep in your eyes, black on blue on white

It's never easy to hear

 

Here's your lover

Don't you love her?

Here's another

 

Well breakfast was coffee and two cigarettes

And a glance that just gave me a chill

The coffee was bitter but I'm not a quitter

And so I went in for the kill

Well I know you're neglected and it's unexpected

But wipe all those tears from your eyes

Your bullet-proof skin is no place to live in

When you're all cut up deep inside

 

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