The world is spinning the wrong way
And there are so many things I couldn't say,
But it doesn't matter now.
We're all falling down.
Foolish heroes and lost heroines
Are all that's left.
Maybe we're dreaming to much.
Maybe the clouds are too high
And our feet just can't
Touch the ground anymore.
The stars are broken anyway,
But it's all the same to me.
I stopped wishing
A long time ago.
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Gin in Teacups
Random"Oh down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlor...
