You don't even know your name
You get on a bicycle
And bend the frame Samson in a cage
Gave him some wine and Danish
Man, was he depraved Raindrops, teardrops
Give me some real food
Like out on the balcony Hamish in a den
Now that I'm seventeen
He must be ten You don't seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honour
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky You don't even know your name
You get on a bicycle
I get on a plane Namedrops on a hill
Perhaps in a distant valley
They'll be still You don't seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honour
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky You don't seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honour
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky Namedrops on a hill
Perhaps in a distant valley
They'll be still.
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