MY FUCKED UP CAREER SYSTEM - PUNCH-DRUNK-LOVE

In your great blue suit
Having a nerves attack
Run from the hotel's room
Seeing again the one
You play harmonium for
And in her red jacket
Yeah she's just waiting for
Her next fly in this jet
All is said and if they try
To touch one of her long blond hair
You'll break them all, you swear
And this time, fits are over
You feel like invicible
Thousands of miles won't stop your desire
Then she won't cry, you'll keep her safe
From everything and you'll be fine."
Another escape
A wrong excuse
Does she feel the same?
Do you feel abused?
And without her help
Would you have felt so enthused
To sell useless stuff
They know you're a fool
But punch-drunk-love's cool

Written by:
RAW MAN

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