And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin,
begins to sigh


"Good god" or "My"
I cry and die and lie

beside

She is the apple in my eye

She talked to god
I couldn't cope
Or'd hope eloped

A dope she roped
This salty lie


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And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat

Can't believe her
Telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it


And deep my wound
Within for every second chance

it was deign-torn

From deep within, despite the rain, my words are worn


She loves to talk into the phone
No matter who

No matter when
No matter where
No better than the faulty line


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