Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before Kiss my tired head. And each letter written wastes your hand, young man Come and lead me to your bed You gave me hope that I'd not lost her And then thought it rather strange to see me smile- as I don't do too much smiling these days. She put on happiness like a loose dress Over pain I'll never know
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