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Del Amitri Del Amitri

Love hearts on an old stone building Have no relevance now And sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin Remind me of you somehow And you look so young

I suppose love lives in a dustbin behind the garden wall You have to grovel on the ground And be pretty disgusting to find it at all And I suppose that

Though the coffins are calling, I'm not coming I'm too young to listen and I'm still scrawling on See-saws and slides, skipping ropes and swings Toothpaste

Don't get so distressed If the good life won't arrive You've been reading S.O.S. When it's just your clock reading 5:05 And why are you so possessed

Summer here is over in a million different ways You look like a dream sometimes, but I don't dream these days And yesterday the snow fell, by four o'clock

Does your appetite for novelty still burn? And do you pick a fight just to feel the heat of his concern? Do you still misbehave, then beg for his reprieve

Little snow white, she is sleeping 24 hours a day She's got a right to be lazy, flat out of reasons to breathe And it's cold baby, yes it's cold But everything

I have over loved you and overseen you And now you're refusing the gifts that I bring you My hands have been clasping my hot head and asking "If she submits

It seems like weeks since you looked at me baby Without that look of distaste I don't know why your feelings are changing But I've seen it in your face