in the end of the lane
i saw your face
sensual attention
described the place
we braced ourselves
on the outskirts of our town
sleeping in the bedrooms
without pillows facedown
waster at the disco
he's just a little boy
compares the cruel whiskey
to other alcohol
someone in the city
takes a tangled stroll
someone in the village
creates the tesla toys
its often in my mind
you know i'm damn right
there's nothing to be shy
its just a simple lie
in the end of the lane
i saw your face
sensual attention
described the place
we braced ourselves
on the outskirts of our town
someone in the city
takes a tangled stroll
someone in the village
creates the tesla toys

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