The 7am Girl - A friend who bleeds is better, A friend who bleeds is BETTER, A FRIEND WHO BLEEDS IS BETTER, the day’s dawning, my skins crawling, my thoughts compressed, romanticize all my disorder, hop the next bus and run for the border, as i walked away i was feeling excluded, wishing my impulses weren’t diluted. In damp squats and road tunnels sweethearts sat in the dark and sparkled, they hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark. They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed. They blocked out the traffic an’ blocked out the sun, with a bottle of buckfast and another of rum. The days when we all had 7am fun. Standing outside a Manchester station, with paranoia I keep seeing her face. As I talk to the crazies and wait for a Hadfield train.
The 7am Girl - A friend who bleeds is better, A friend who bleeds is BETTER, A FRIEND WHO BLEEDS IS BETTER, the day’s dawning, my skins crawling, my thoughts compressed, romanticize all my disorder, hop the next bus and run for the border, as i walked away i was feeling excluded, wishing my impulses weren’t diluted. In damp squats and road tunnels sweethearts sat in the dark and sparkled, they hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark. They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed. They blocked out the traffic an’ blocked out the sun, with a bottle of buckfast and another of rum. The days when we all had 7am fun. Standing outside a Manchester station, with paranoia I keep seeing her face. As I talk to the crazies and wait for a Hadfield train.
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