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My bliss
You knew me best
I like it when you say that I'm an honest man
Warm nights you were naked to dry with your jet black wave washed hair
Songstress of common sense
A ballad born by ideals from the armistice
We lived in our versions of hell that would warm the cold hearted
Lives twined like licorice
Chew on another chase by display
It's the essence of grace you remember to forget
Warm nights red neon skies
Riders got the reigns wrapped round the fireflies
Another tequila sunrise and I'll call you a mockingbird
Lives twined like licorice
Chew on another chase by display
It's the essence of grace you remember to forget
Another mornin' yawning through the telephone again
Another mornin' yawning through the telephone again
Another mornin' yawning through the telephone again another mornin yawnin