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• Artiste: Withered Hand
• Titre: For The Maudlin
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Maybe the world would be better without me I got a bad habit of fucking up when every sunrise I see takes the piss out of me and there's cold tea in our loving cup I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best I mean it's heavy, but it's not heavy rock and now I'm feeling depressed sitting here in my vest it's like we're born with our heads on the block And this song is for the strugglers it's for the cynics and the maudlin and this song is for the poor boy I won't be there in the morning Oh don't give up, don't give up on us and sure these are degenerate times you don't have to be some kind of guru just chuck something together as long as it rhymes and I hope that is means something to you And if I suck in my cheeks when I'm with you and if I wear too much soap in my hair pull on your kitten heel shoes we've got dancing to do pulling teeth from the jaws of despair Cos this song is for the strugglers it's for the cynics and the maudlin this song is for the poor boy I won't be there in the morning And this song is for the strugglers it's for the cynics and the maudlin and this song is for the poor boy I won't be there in the morning no, I'll be asleep on an overnight bus