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Ghostmouth
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Hunter S. Thompson
It seems woman kind would prefer it if I died So goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye Time tables turn, life never goes the way you like it She'll never learn, so the best that she can do is fight it Take the time that you're given, live while you're living It seems that maybe you don't like it It hurts to be smitten; dear quit your grinning It feels just like a living nightmare Don't know how I'm feeling, but I'm feeling fine A cigarette in my pocket, but it ain't mine Shades and illusions creep through my mind and my heart A waste of time, that is all I am to you A waste of time, that's all I am to anyone these days I know we may fight too much, and you can't stand the friction Well I feel the same way, but we love each other That's fact, it's not fiction Hold on to her, from her shoulders to her linens Dressed in synthetic furs, she can't remember what she's been given It'll help with your headache if you just forget it No love of a woman is worth it It hurts being lonely, it helps when she phones me But afterwards I always regret it Trying to breathe, but I'm having no luck Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It used to be the reason, now it's choking me up Every woman has strangled my believe in love, in love A waste of time, that is all I am to her A waste of time, and she never phones me and I don't wait around I know I may drink too much, but I'll quit my addiction I just want you to stay, I'm stuck here alone with this book of French diction Sauves ma vie, a kernel of life leaves me winded and choking Stranded alone for a day, my body is shaking so I'll pick up smoking again Kill me You already have, from the moment I laid eyes on you on the day that we first met I surrendered my whole life to your tears Time tables turn, life never goes the way you like it She'll never learn, but the least that she can do is try it You've been running away, I don't care what you say I can see that your changing We're no longer in love, because I'm no longer engaging Don't know how we're living, but we're living fine A cigarette in my pocket but it ain't mine Shades and illusions creep through my mind and my heart A waste of time, that is all I am to you A waste of time, that's all I am to anyone anymore
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