Had a northern lad

Well not exactly had

He moved like the sunset

God who painted that?

First he loved my accent

How his knees could bend

I thought we'd be ok

Me and my molasses

But I feel something is wrong

But I

I feel this cake just isn't done

Don't say that you don't



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And if you

Could see me now

Said if you

Could see me now

Girls you've got to know

When it's time to turn the page

When you're only wet

Because of the rain

Because of



You don't show much these days

It gets so fucking cold

I loved his secret places

But I can't go anymore

You change like sugar cane

Says my northern lad

Well, I guess you go too far

When pianos try to be guitars

I feel the west in you

And I

I feel it falling apart too

Don't say that you don't



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