It's my turn
It's your turn
It's my turn
Time to leave

Take a bag and pack it neat
I've got no future so I'm marching east
Copses and cardboard boxes
A mystery to the world

I don't feel exotic driving Japanese cars
And I don't see the value
Of roofs and paths like well-made graphs
It's not enough to cling to

Sandy polystyrene haunts my recollection
Of a frozen face that wanted your affection
And I hid the fact
I always hid the fact

I'd like a room in St. Petersburg
With rotting walls and character
Where I can hide and stay inside
And be a mystery to the world


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    General CommentFew wrong lyrics on that, like. This is what it is on the Dartz! MySpace:
    It's my turn
    It's your turn
    It's my turn
    Time to leave

    Take a bag and pack it neat
    I've got no future so I'm marching east
    Copses and cardboard boxes
    A mystery to the world

    I don't feel exotic driving Japanese cars
    And I don't see the value
    Of roofs and paths like well-made graphs
    It's not enough to cling to

    Sandy polystyrene haunts my recollection
    Of a frozen face that wanted your affection
    And I hid the fact
    I always hid the fact

    I'd like a room in St. Petersburg
    With rotting walls and character
    Where I can hide and stay inside
    And be a mystery to the world
    danoooon April 12, 2007   Link

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