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Pulp - Death II
So I go out and fill my eyes with other women,
Oh they look good to me and I think that I might kiss them,
Oh now it’s two a.m. and I’m still stood here waiting,
so I go home and wonder why I bothered going.
Yeah every week turns out the same,
the sun, the wind, the snow, the rain.
