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sweet miranda made a burning in my throat and i'm slumped in the bathtub like a sunken boat so when will you leave me when will you leave me when will you leave me leave me alone for a while? cos i can't try to be happy without you leave me to my bourbon it's a private kind of thing and don't bother to tell me what you really think cos i left everything that meant something so i could become something if you ever see me in the arms of a gutter out in the 'burbs just say man he's finally getting all the love he deserves |
