well it used to be everything was fine
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everything, this all was mine
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all i had to do was write it down
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you'd just be there with your perfect frown
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i made up my mind
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i traded holy water for cheap wine
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i ran out of time
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well it used to be everything was fine
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everything, this all was mine
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but one fine day, you might say
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that i, i threw it all away
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'cause i made up my mind
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i traded holy water for cheap wine
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i ran out of time
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or something that i can't define
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i traded my whiskey for your wine
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leaving my river running dry
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and a waterline
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you might say i'm wasting my time
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you might say well, i don't mind
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i ran out of time
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or something that i can't define
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i traded holy water for cheap wine
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leaving my river running dry
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leaving just a waterline
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just a waterline
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Waterline
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| Lloyd Cole |
