The hooligans and hoydens we once were, now feeling somehow at home in the world. Blazing and whatnot.

12 Jun 2009

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I am alone but adored
By a hundred thousand more
Than I said when you were the last
And I have known love
Like a whore
From at least ten thousand more
Than I swore when you were the last

When you were the last high

You were awake
And I should've stayed
But wandered
I was only out for a day
Out for a day
It was Chicago for a moment and then
It was Paris and London for a few days
But I am alone but adored
By a hundred thousand more
Than I swore when you were the last

When you were the last high
When you were the last high

I was the first to have spoken
And I said just about
All of the things you shouldn't say
So maybe you loved me but now
Maybe you don't
And maybe you'll call me
Maybe you won't

So I am alone but adored
By a hundred thousand more
Than I said when you were the last
And I have known love
Like a whore
From at least ten thousand more
Than I swore when you were the last -

When you were the last high
And you were the last high

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