Morale is low, the weathers good
Thought it might be understood
Not alone, the rest is more or less the rest
Would you be so kind as you can be
Thought itd start to bother me
And please dont stop
Until I tell you something else
Theres not a lot of time
And the feeling is slow
Will the hurt be generous?
Will it ever be known?
The weathers bad, the room is cold
Lights are off in the house down the road
You pass the time, Ill try to stay the wait alone
Would it help to ask and be polite?
If not itll wait an overnight
To be so bold
I thought Id tell you something else
If you stop me, ask me why
You cant help it if you try
So try and try and try and try
I wandered out the back and held my ground
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