Sweet miranda made a burning in my throat
And I’m slumped in the bathtub like a sunken boat
So when will you leave me
When will you leave me
When will you leave me
Leave me alone for a while?
Cos I can’t try
To be happy without you
Leave me to my bourbon
It’s a private kind of thing
And don’t bother to tell me what you really think

Cos I left everything that meant something
So I could become something
If you ever see me in the arms of a gutter out in the ’burbs
Just say man he’s finally getting all the love he deserves





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