Mores The Pity I am everything I am on the brink of still It's not all it's true Sitting on a sprinkler Take my call and see The receiver to your ear When you bridge the leap it will all become so clear That there's not only one of me Just look closely now Count them all and you'll get three That one's clever This one's free But it's your favourite I hate more's the pity I've seen everything I can only think is true Check my windowpane If you can't enjoy the view I could fall for less I believe a thing you say Write it down for me And it will all come into play There's not only one of me Just look closely now Count them all and you'll get three That one's clever This one's free But it's your favourite I hate more's the pity Lined up in a row Like little dolls Like bungalows The reasons look the same A newer version Same old game I am everything I am on the brink I'm not anything I could use a drink Tell me what you see You look close but it's not me I'm not what you need And I'll never ever be Find out more about Mores The Pity by clicking this link:
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