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Christinha
Bill Ryder-Jones
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There's a ghost you know pulls at my string
Moves my hands toward the sharper thing
Now I'm all caught up and caught up in some scene
I thought I'd folded all my outsides in
Keeping the corners from cutting your skin
But it weren't enough and not enough smells thing
I was led by all the things you pretend you never said
I took the blame upon myself
Somehow I blamed it on myself
Well, Christine, what's the saddest thing?
Knowing you're out there playing our games with him
While I'm here, still tangled up in my old skin
But I keep the good times closer than they're by
Running your baths before American die
And them two words you love whispered in your ear
I was bad, I was all the things you would never wanna have
But let's get together in our minds
Fading ahead of us and in the clouds
And there's something on your mind
So let's get together in our minds
'Cause I don't think I could've given anymore
A son just sank into some sea
No, I'm not sure she could've given anymore
Our son just sank into some sea
Ah, ah, ah
I don't think I could've given anymore
Our son just sank into some sea
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
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