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Published on Apr 10, 2012
It's clear your former lover will not offer any truce He will just wreak havoc, how could I trust those Prussian Blues? And why do you defend him, didn't he smash your guitar? He certainly drank the liquor from the old fruit jar Now, it possible he may have been the one who loved you the most I don't want to compete and I don't like the smell of his ghost But from what I gather, you are still under his command This is what I try to understand
I remember last March when you were in Madrid I admit I left no stone unturned But I found nothing apart from your old identity card From which I obtained your real age and a strange middle name
What is it you have done to him, yes, why are you in debt? Goes against your image as the freeborn suffragette Scattered bits of evidence found under your bed I wonder, did he give you proper head? But if I put my hand on my heart, there's one thing I can't ignore This badly wounded wolf only makes me love you more How can I be ashamed, no, I didn't do anything wrong Maybe he could always sort of tag along
I remember July when you visited Minsk Again I left no stone unturned But I found nothing apart from that identity card From which could be obtained your real age and a strange middle name Hair like a lion's mane and some old norse name Hair much like a lion's mane