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Nothing Better To Do
Steve

NOTHING BETTER TO DO

Trails of blood in a sad embrace

Dreaded emotions embedded in lace

Enshrouded in petals you can't see my face

More than a shadow, you're my saving grace

Iron horses turned to stone

Before you'll pick up the telephone

So sad that my love remains unknown

Guess you'll never reach my secret zone

Too bad that it had to be you

Oh, the love waiting here so new

Like a soldier, I shall stand true

Please don't act like you've nothing better to do

 

 

05/15/1997


Tags: love


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