(K.J.Garside C.Gray)



I used to know this wretched girl,

I made her open for me,

I took her heart,

And I kissed it clean,

But she still kicks against me.



Are the songs my disease?

Are the songs my disease?



Maybe she's creating me,

Mistaken accidentally,

For a girl I used to know,

In darkness permanently,

If I find her the perfect line,

My sickness might desert me.



Are the songs my disease?

Are the songs my disease?

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