Trouble With The Truth

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Tom Williams & The Boat - Pop

Trouble With The Truth

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Standing on my feet In the rainy street You put a black bruise On my new green shoes Shave my head at the foot of the bed Your knees sunk in the mattress Round my hips just for practise If your eyes weren't so blue I'd have less trouble with the truth Your clothes, my clothes Blonde hair, I don't care I stare longingly at you Like blue does on a transformer Rhinestone and lino A dawn chorus performance In the early ?red? morning wait My ankles in the awning With your father's workshop And its ?shot? primed to drop With eleven pints of blood in my hair I just eat what I am fed In your basement I have no fear I'm just happy to be here Clutching bundles of my tattered dreams And my jeans, split seams I made a break for the window Beneath the beam where the keys go Smash the pain with my brain Blinding thud and the blood I left the bodies and the bones Moving slow, let's go I fell in love with a minotaur Some kind of monster or dinosaur And I presume it's ?? came out of this ??? And though it's incomprehensible to you But I swear it's the truth That I like the ?? tickling in my shoulder Of ?? and fear Ah please understand, my love That I can't cope for long It's 'cause I don't care a jot For the broken skin and the bleeding bone

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