The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Dust On The Lamp post

Only the twilight stars and full moon light my way home
As another Saturday evening, in the early hours I walk back alone
Hands in my pockets I pull out my mobile phone
Lean against a lamppost, I dial her number but get an engaged tone
Against the broken lamp post I start to think
You know what it's like when you have too much to drink
About my job, my struggle through life
About being single and wanting a wife
I think about my friends and those I miss
And I think about this woman I long to kiss
I'll go back home, go to my room horny and drunk
Put on my computer and delete my msn junk
Hoping and wishing she will be online
Although I know she is of a different time
As I breathe out the cold nights mist
And feel the numbness in my clinched fist
But as my coat gathers the dust on the lamp post
I know that it is you I want and miss the most.



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