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Huxlee
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Aftertaste
Call me when you're drunk and you feel embarrassed
'bout the way you used the word wrong in front of your parents.
And you can hear 'em snickering out on the terrace,
twisting your arm but try and hold your hand.
Call me when you're cruel and you're feeling angry,
when the people around won't listen to what you say.
And the surly kinda fuckers that you're trying to save...
...for the good of the team and the love of the game.
When the right things get all wrong,
am I the one to hold you till your fickle plan
to see through
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the love you oughta know by now? It's your way out.
So call me when you're bored and you're feeling stupid.
We can laugh about the things that we could
say at our funeral.
Or could take the day off,
stayin' in you're room.
Keep me in bed through the afternoon.
Call me when I want you to but I don't say.
You should know by now, it isn't my way.
I'm the bite of the apple you're dying to take...
...and I'm the cynic just in case you hate the aftertaste.
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