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Blind Curve
Last night you said I was cold untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway just a runaway I'm saving myself
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight
So now were passing strangers at single tables
Still trying to get over
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers
And the twinkling lies all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
Oh I remember toronto when mylo went down
And we sat and we cried on the phone
I never felt so alone
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy the edge of insanity
Another holiday inn another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
Talk to me won't you tell me your stories
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity
It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here
All the collisions
Wasted I've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before
Perimeter walk
There's a presence here
I feel could have been ancient
I could have been mystical
There's a presence
A childhood my childhood
My childhood childhood
A misplaced childhood
My childhood a misplaced childhood
Give it back to me give it back to me
A childhood that childhood that childhood
That childhood that childhood
Oh please give it back to me
I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husbands clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
I see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh I can't take any more
I see black flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares
Destined for R**e in the alleyways
Does anybody care I can't take any more
Should we say goodbye
Hey
I see priests politicians
The heroes in black plastic body bags under nations flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalm this is no vietnam
I can't take any more should we say goodbye
How can we justify
They call us civilised
Last night you said I was cold untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway just a runaway I'm saving myself
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight
So now were passing strangers at single tables
Still trying to get over
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers
And the twinkling lies all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
Oh I remember toronto when mylo went down
And we sat and we cried on the phone
I never felt so alone
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy the edge of insanity
Another holiday inn another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
Talk to me won't you tell me your stories
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity
It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here
All the collisions
Wasted I've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before
Perimeter walk
There's a presence here
I feel could have been ancient
I could have been mystical
There's a presence
A childhood my childhood
My childhood childhood
A misplaced childhood
My childhood a misplaced childhood
Give it back to me give it back to me
A childhood that childhood that childhood
That childhood that childhood
Oh please give it back to me
I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husbands clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
I see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh I can't take any more
I see black flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares
Destined for R**e in the alleyways
Does anybody care I can't take any more
Should we say goodbye
Hey
I see priests politicians
The heroes in black plastic body bags under nations flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalm this is no vietnam
I can't take any more should we say goodbye
How can we justify
They call us civilised
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