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Photos of a sandy-headed girl
No, no that's not the girl
I married, divorced, murdered, brought to life
My darling atlas, we've wasted too much time
This very second, I do take you as my wife
But when you try to follow me it's a lonely thing
The only thing I know is I know nothing at all
I think I'm in love, but only just
I just have to find the strength to give a fuck
And it's cold, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold
And we're slowly getting old...
We both need a holiday from the salty, made-up sweepstakes
That rises like a tidal hatred, green
From the psycho astrology that curates the great escape
To the pristine, marble beaches, where we both once lay
But when you try to follow me it's a lonely thing
The only thing I know is I know nothing at all
But it's alright... Have a good night...
I think I'm in love, it's only just
I just have to find the strength to give a fuck
And it's cold, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold
And we're slowly getting old...
And I can see the fault-lines showing
Just opening and closing my eyes
I can see the fault-lines....
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