Ode To Green Eyes And Brown I saw you running around town hand on hand with him, So I shoot myself, shoot up, drink cheap gin, It's a quick fix but its never enough, Let me take you somewhere, take you hard and rough, Sweet henrietta she holds me and I feel so warm, I lay awake all night thinking till the early hours, its dawn, I miss the beauty of you and little deaths so divine, I wrote on the road to demand you were mine, But to no avail, I lost her, it's broken me down, No matter, another quick fix, one last sweet hit of Brown
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