one man left to himself,
two sweeter sounds to fall, three acres lost of heart, four kisses blown
goodbye, five nights in loves swingchair
yesterday we swung through town
i hope they don't mind
:
waiting on ourselves and the end of time
lost in the rush the warm sunshine
spinning on the edge of an oldspun coin
spin me round & it's tails we win
and it don't matter what the rain may bring
when it's still falling tomorrow..
six notes for sorrow bound, seven men a trumpet sound..
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mostly, to play guitar.