tyres won't work, because there's nothing left of them
a fire won't burn in this cold day
before you know there'll be nothing of my skin
before you sail out
why would you be luckless tonight?
tell me why there is water in the gin
tell me why I keep fighting
and fires don't burn out, we just meet them overdone
the cat's won't sing for you anymore
before you come and fuck it up again
before I speak as 'the idiot'
before you know there'll be nothing of my skin
before you sail out
why would you be luckless tonight?
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