Haunting, Fleetwood Mac-style song
Joe Young, The Walrus, Inc.
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fiogf49gjkf0d Heaven knows I've tried to be strong,
And kept a backdoor style for so long.
Now I'm sure there can't be love like this.
Meeting here, meeting there, empty hands,
Awaiting a steel blue kiss.
There used to be a time before the lies
When fire burned behind her green eyes.
We had plans of such grandeur and bliss.
We don't speak. If by chance we should meet,
She throws me a steel blue kiss.
I've got a wife, she has him,
He looks at me with that grin.
He's a fool, one that bought her that dress,
But she wears it for me, as a sign...
Prepare for a steel blue kiss.
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