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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

Stars - Midnight Coward

Sweetness, sweetness never suits me
when I get it up to take you home.
Maybe it’s love, love at first slightly drunk..
now I’m walking with the sun in my mouth.
Worry, worry is a well..
‘gonna let it fall tonight from where we stand.

What can’t be decided,
in the morning it will bring itself to you.
I can see what’s coming
but I’m not saying it.

Sickness, weakness at the thought
of how you’re gonna play it;
how long should I stay?
Promises, promises never cease to assist it
and now I’m back on my back
please bite your words.
Hurry, hurry to believe;
I can’t always trust as much as you deceive.

What can’t be decided..
in the morning it will bring itself to you.
I can see what’s coming
but I’m not saying it.

What’s your middle name?
How do you play the game?
I’ll be the first to leave.

When did I grow up?
I don’t want to say too much.
I’ll be the first to leave.

What can’t be decided —
in the morning it will bring itself to you.
What can’t be decided..
before you enter thinking maybe you can choose
But I can see what’s coming..
I can see what’s coming..
I can see what’s coming..
But I’m not saying it.

These lyrics are by Stars, from Midnight Coward. Posted at 6:03pm on 16 July 2008.
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