lyrics
Well.
I'm sick of the charity words and my fear of the fire.
Of your lack of an inner sense...
Focus, forget the absent friend, the one who's never around.
No I don't recall.
No I don't remember you at all, but I watch out and I do what you tell me.
I do what you told me... Ha.
We are all tied up, but I watch out and I do what you tell me.
I sell what you sold me.
Where did you go?
credits
released 03 May 2013
Mick Maslowski, Zoinga Recording
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