Minor Majority - Henry's Fuck Up

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Each truth, each lie
And never ending judging love
Twisted paper rose
Smell the smell of dust
From where she is alone
Of all the fuck ups that I do
I save the best ones for you
Like the suns tears
Like moon seed rubbish
Like coctail smell in bars
The number on your door
You’ve seen the key
And the last twist of the knife
Of all the fuck ups that I do
I save the best ones for you
Of all the fuck ups that I do
I save the best ones for you
For you, for you, for you, for you