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Afghan Whigs, The What Jail Is Like (ep) Mr. Superlove (the ass ponys) The storm was blowing from the south The blood was running from your mouth Glass was shattered on the floor A hundred pieces maybe more I remember you were crying Just befoere you sent it flying Silent sounding pounding on my floor You may not believe me, baby, when i tell you that i am mr. superlove You may not believe me, baby, when i tell you that i am mr. superlove Falling out (falling out) Falling out (falling out) Falling out (falling out) We had a falling-out Clothes were lying on the chair Your face was hidden by your hair All that i could think of then was What it must have felt like when you Were lying naked headlong down the stairs You may not believe me, baby, when i tell you that i am mr. superlove You may not believe me, baby, when i tell you that i am mr. superlove You may not believe me, baby, when i tell you that i am mr. superlove You may not believe me, baby, when i tell you that i am mr. superlove Falling out (falling out) Falling out (falling out) Falling out (falling out) We had a falling-out |
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