Torn at the seam
Like an old dirty magazine
I tried to forget the time that we first met
We drank champagne
In the London winter cold
By the side of the road, under the night sky
I can honestly say
That was one of the best days of my life
And the same old patterns form the slow attack
You’re a blister on my heart
I’m a beetle on your back
Time passes slowly
When you’re one whose love goes unrequited
The days drag, you’re lonely
When you’re one whose touch is not required
And I don’t want nothing now
Your song’s always sung
Just like the previous one
It’s a running joke and it’s getting old
And you always cling
Like it’s something that you’ve lost
But it never was, and you ain’t ever had love
And the people you’ve met
So hard to forget, but you they’ve all forgotten
And the same old patterns form the slow attack
You’re a blister on my heart
I’m a beetle on your back
Time passes slowly
When you’re one whose love goes unrequited
The days drag, you’re lonely
When you’re one whose touch is not required
And I don’t want nothing now
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