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• Artiste: Crimea (The)
• Titre: Opposite Ends
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Done something real bad this time Practically signed my own death warrant She was staring right at me, burning my eyelashes Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub Neither overjoyed to be out of love Takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day I was the black cloud she was the bright day Isobel, remember how it used to feel You and I, and not the screaming animals With yellow jealous eyes And not the decoration of the battle last night When we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends Wake up in the morning both at opposite ends You look so good I wanna see hundreds and thousands of you Crawling through the desert like a crusade of half dead bluebottles Our brains leave their skulls Walk the tightrope of our rabbit in the headlight stares Melting together like pink and white marshmallows Yes I was a fool, and yes you were a fool But who can name a penny that has not been in the pocket of a fool It's hardly the stuff of legend, I ask the questions Get down off the broomstick and sweep the floor Sometimes I think you could be more than just a punch bag with lipstick on When I'm half baked, and the red mist is gone I see you lying there And wish that it could always be this way That I could die this day You always lying there Me always half-baked Without a care in the stupid world Without a stupid world to care about Isobel remember how it used to feel