I know too well,
I know these lines,
I've seen them smothered,
in sleek ridicule.
A seedy smile,
they think they've scored,
but I know morning comes
and babes alone again, too alone again
So what can I do,
with cheap honesty,
you're giving me more than I can see,
but I'm to cool to say,
that I want it all my way,
get blasted by this sincerity.
I wish I had,
the streets full view,
these people screaming,
through their settled loves.
So I pretend,
so mellowed out,
too teasing,
weak enough to long for,
home again, lovely home again
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Спасибо Sergey за помощь в исправлении этого текста.
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