(jim hughes)



We were sitting at the head of a car

And her lips were dry and parched

And we turned to each other

We were listening to "suspicious minds"



Chorus

And we're cracking codes and combinations

And we're thinking

What if we don't get what we want



Swell, you kick away your golden shoes

Counting what you can afford to lose

And i can't treat you casually

We are not fond of misery



Chorus



On the frozen lake of memory

You were asking me about my dream

And we're turning to each other

And we are so primitive



Chorus


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