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window tonight
Their laughter so merry brings heartaches and sighs
To a prisoner who's lonely for my moonlight and skies
What am I doing here?
In the setting sun
With the windows down
What am I?
Like a breaking bell
Ringing like a sigh
What am I doing here?
What
Prologue:
"Airport scurry flurry faces
Parade of passers by
People going many places
With a smile or just a sigh
Waiting waiting pass the time
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads

Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads

Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
And that's a Goddamn fact 

Now what you so-called hard motherfuckers know about that? 



Chorus: [Melanie McGee] 

I wonder why life's a bitch, then
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
veined. I saw it burn.
With a wintry storm-blown sigh,
A silver cloud blew right on by.
And, taking in the morning, I sang
O Requiem.

Well, my lady
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
Iâ??m the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
at the window
Where all this began
Planet Earth is shrinking
A sapphire explodes
Our hearts heave a sigh
Now we've reached the crossroads
Onward through
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
The night was so young and everything still
The moon shining bright on my window sill
I think of her lips, it chills me inside
And then I think why
to pull just this one building down.
So turn off the sky.
Head in my hands.
Night keep me warm.

White window-sill.
Blinded by heart.
Cut my hair
I see the pestilence outside my window
I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high
I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street
I face
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type