Mary is my bright red star She caught the train to work in the morning when she got up And then she'd call me up, just to wake me up But she's alright
We're falling now, can't make it stop Our arms are open for the thing we want But what we want we just can't have What could've been but the timing's
Stop tap, drink back, eye on you You're out to find that something new Am I the fly you want trapped in your web? I've seen that look a thousand times
It's beautiful, I'm a fool Tried to save you from the rainy days Looking back down the track I'm the one who carried all your weight Yes, you lie all
What kind of place are we living now? Watching wars live via satellite You carry a gun but no smoking inside Escape disease yet I could get shot tonight
Click, click, then you hang the phone up After talking late into the daylight Telling stories how we'd like to do it The mind can be a playground if you
I don't know why I let you go You said you'd wait, I said I'd hope you would We talked 'til late until we walked away What's meant to be will be the same
Did we lose ourself again? Did we take in what's been said? Did we take the time to breathe All the things we said we'd be? And we bury heads in sand
up you'll be lying here all alone But I'll pin a note on your pillow or you might not even notice I'm gone, I'm gone I'll pin a note on your pillow or
begins to fill Where the world without her ends And the next one begins She's pulling out the pin She's pulling out the pin She's pulling out the pin
love you for your tattered tie I don't love you, and I don't know why I just love you for that Beat-beat-beat-beat-beating I've got a safety pin stuck
hair, black ribbons of coal Touch my skin to keep me whole If only you'd come back to me If you laid at my side Wouldn't need no Mojo Pin To keep me
ran you down like I said he would Baby, pin a rose on me Baby, pin a rose on me Baby, pin a rose on me Baby, pin a rose on me Baby, pin a rose on me
You can talk to the police You can talk to the press You can talk to the politicians I don't care, man What we're doing here is so bizarre No one will
(G. Johnson) Well, rolling pin a-rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling Although it makes me holler, you know I'm gonna run back home to my baby Home to
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Girl with a thick skin made you shine like a new pin Why smother urges, which belong under dresses? Do you wish that you could only start again Learn
m moving Move, moving on from your safety pin Move, moving on from your safety pin Yeah, I'm moving on Move, moving on from your safety pin Your safety pin Your safety pin