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Missing that wounded girl Puttin' on a king and tea Some come burn the clouds Peace come get me now I'm sick of taking boredom Counting down the pealing hours Harder edges today Harder edges today Virgin in sky all day grey Like living in a tupperware box Lot's of hair under glass Stuck full of flies of the past And I'm sick of taking boredom Counting down the pealing hours She was capable of kind but not inclined She was capable of kind but not inclined Oh don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't ask around about me Shadows are deep and the angles are keen Lift me out of this pinball machine Your voice is a tall grass whisper And I picture a kiss in spectacular station Letras de cancionesYour voice has an easy melody And I'm gently awake from the terrible dreams Your voice has a mockingbird wisdom And I flip at indigence and then again [?] Your voice has an opium smoke plume The room melts away in a velvet and [?] Your voice offers no choice but [?] And I'm rag doll and glad and I'm ten men in love again So don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Don't run the numbers Missing that wounded girl Puttin' on a king and tea Some come burn the clouds Peace come get me now I'm sick of taking boredom Counting down the pealing hours Harder edges today Harder edges today Virgin in sky all day grey Like living in a tupperware box So come burn the clouds Peace come get me now And I'm sick of taking boredom Counting down the pealing hours She was capable of kind but not inclined She was capable of kind but not inclined From Letras Mania