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There's a portrait in a room
Which I for days upon, which I relent
And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and
Of some imaginary

So how it?
Show me please, how I will in twenty years
And let me please interpret history in every
And scar that's painted in front of me

It matter, what I'm thinking
What I myself to do
I'll end up

I stay in to the fridge
Now the kid has to bed, a feeling of dread
At least when she's around the trouble's
It's worse to wake up with her falling 'round the

Johnny, you're like a mother
To the girl you've for
And you're falling

Listen Johnny, like a mother
To the you've fallen for
And still falling and if they come tonight
You'll up tight and take whatever's coming to you