Mrs Crawley what you done inside my head
Talk about dieing
And you're wishing I were dead
Mrs Crawley I was thinking you were best
Talk like you're lying
And you don't escape my head
Wait to pass as we
Still wait to pass on
Wait to pass as we
Still wait to pass on
Mrs Crawley see what I've written on my hand
Not things I'm denying
But they're things I've never said
Mrs Crawley when were my songs for you dead
One message you "love them"
But I'm sitting alone in my head
Wait to pass as we
Still wait to pass on
Wait to pass as we
Still wait to pass on
deep
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