Though I am concrete-bound
I am fragrant
I get old and get out
I am fake and dead
Could you help it
With no god to bow down to
No soil to grow down in
Could you help it?
But I've got a couple of coins left
And I'm going to spend them on you
I've been travelling left with this ache in my chest and
A pain in my view
Could you help it
With no god to bow down to
And no soil to grow down in
Could you help it?
But this dreamt-up drunk little dove needs some green space
And you're all that she's thinking of in her quiet way
It's a hot barrel of honey in a catacomb
And you're all that she's thinking of in her bedroom
It's hard to get hurt by you babe
Your words are always so true
And there's no way around it
No way
There's no way to come out of it unscathed
It's hard to get hurt by you, babe
Your words are always so true
And there's no way around it
No way
There's no way to come out of it unscathed
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