Broken watches, feeling fractious
I know you don't love it so
Falling over off the tyre
I, I know that it seems too far
This garden is growing over
This hard ice I'm roaming on
Watch out, fat chance that you'll ever get another
Chance to be a cover up my head
And wipe a flannel
Falling over aeroplanes
And wanting to be derelict
What to cover, love each other
I now like, like this
This garden is growing over
And nothing can ever be said for you
And that's just, here's your answer, why bother?
I've never been nothing other
Than the boy with the words that lose control

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