Henry’s Fuck Up
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Your deeds and words Each truth, each lie And never ending judging love Twisted paper rose Smell the smell of dust From where she is alone Of all the fuck ups that I do I save the best ones for you Like the suns tears Like moon seed rubbish Like coctail smell in bars The number on your door You've seen the key And the last twist of the knife Of all the fuck ups that I do I save the best ones for you Of all the fuck ups that I do I save the best ones for you For you, for you, for you, for you
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- Tore Aurstad