glove - We float through her veins/she sends her sailors...

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care. Don't ever ask me where I go Last man who asked me had to go Because if you start asking Then I'll be hostile acting Don't ever ask me where I go In a foreign place The saving grace was the feeling That it was her heart that he was stealing There's a room for the trouble and there's lovers to be had Those walls will make sinners out of such lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze And in the anomaly you'll slip into familiar ways There's always somebody taller With more of a wit An easy quipp to enthrall her And her friends think he's fit And you just can't measure up no You don't have a prayer Wishing you had made the most of her When she was there And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had All these places had their moments With lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life I've loved them all Why would you speak to me that way? Especially when I always said that I
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