I've written eulogies in guestbooks of galleries in the hopes that you might pass
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls
I'm just a boy with a new haircut
I belong to the girl with the flashing eyes
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
And where will she go and what shall she do when midnight comes around?
The 80s almost killed me let's not recall them quite so fondly
This is what they make you take the medication for
Letter from your lover with an Ottawa address
Feel bad about the things we do along the way, but not really that bad
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls
I'm just a boy with a new haircut
I belong to the girl with the flashing eyes
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
And where will she go and what shall she do when midnight comes around?
The 80s almost killed me let's not recall them quite so fondly
This is what they make you take the medication for
Letter from your lover with an Ottawa address
Feel bad about the things we do along the way, but not really that bad
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