 Do you fancy a drink, i know a place called the brink, do you want to go there, i can buzz off your smile and there may people you know there, they've got no rule of thumb, so on the counter i strum with my fingers, and i adore the surprise of tomorrows sunrise, so i linger, i raise a glass, a smile or two, this stuff strips the light from your bones, and i would like to stay with you, but i leave alone.
you're the guy on the bus who's not quite one of us, you hear laughter, and they wont let you in 'cos everyone knows what your after, so you wear the disguise of your brilliant eyes drenched in flamboyance, and you sit by the bar much to everyone else's annoyance, i raise a glass, a smile or two, this stuff strips the light from your bones, and i would like to leave with you, but i stay alone.
[Violin!!!]
i raise a glass, a smile or two, well this stuff strips the light from your bones, and i would like to leave with you, well this stuff strips the light, this stuff strips the light, this stuff strips the light from your bones, from your bones.
from your bones...
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