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Good Life, The - Night And Day lyrics
I know a girl with cuts on her legs.
I think that she hates the way she was made,
but we never spoke of why they were there,
I just squeezed them and kissed them
'til we both felt a little better.
And now I've returned to the town where she dwells;
that cold lonely cabin her grandfather built.
I suppose that's where she's imprisoned herself,
to write all those words she's too scared to tell-
those sad, short stories of a girl curled up in her shell.
Night and day she tends to her bar.Good Life, The - Night And Day - http://motolyrics.com/good-life-the/night-and-day-lyrics.html
She pours the drinks, they pour out their hearts.
All that sorrow and alcohol weighs hard on her thoughts,
so she writes them down... she loves them all.
-And when we'd make love she'd stare in my eyes...
I swore we had met a thousand times.
Thousands of lives, thousands of nights...
she'd written of it a thousand lines.
Night and day she tends to her bar.
She pours me a drink for my parched heart.
All my sorrow's in alcohol...
she holds up the cup to my cracked lips for a kiss.