Sometimes they try to forget and sometimes they do Giving love for the financial gain She's so good with excuses and incorrect reasons I'm tired of trying to win and you're tired of me
She knows how to stand in the corner And whisper the words that you need She knows how to stand in the corner And whisper the words with that cynical charm We could dance Now it's my brother's time
Here on the floor with these very loose young girls Like someone in japan who just lied If the innocent are saved then what happens to her What's done is done and everything's different somehow
I keep a book of reflections that sometimes appear in her eyes I keep a book of reflections And realise there's nothing much that I can do We could dance Now it's my brother's time
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