In a house made of glass,
there’s a boy throwing rocks.
He loves like his last
'cause your hearts all you got,
yeah your hearts all you got.
And it’s been so long,
Since you’ve been round.
I’ve never missed a stranger before.
I think it’s nice
It’s Judas’s call
I’ve never missed a stranger before, like you.
She wore lace round her hair
and she looked like a queen.
With eyes so fair,
she was something of a dream,
yeah she was something of a dream
Cause it’s been so long,
Since you’ve been round.
I’ve never missed a stranger before.
Think it’s nice,
It’s Judas’s call
Never missed a stranger before, like you.
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Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. - H. L. Mencken
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