Memories lost in faded films of my life

And a friend that used to be something special to me

Red wine and good times if you don't feel at all

There is no point in going on tonight



Something's in the house something's on the stairs

War's in the air

The queer is out of order and me i'm on the ground

But that's no place to be



Jack burroughs says "what you doing"

"oh me, i'm going home"

"oh what a shame"

Nothing has changed and nothing is new these days






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