Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John

What a waste I could have been your lover
 What a waste I could have been your friend
 Perfect love is like the blossom that fades so quick
 When it's blowing up a storm in may
 Travel south until your skin gets warmer
 Travel south until your skin turns brown
 Put a language in your head and live on a train
 And then come back to the one you love
 Yeah, you're great, you're just part
 Of this lifetime of dreaming
 That extends to the heart
 Of this long summer feeling
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 Quiet night you see the tvs glowing
 Quiet night you hear the walls are awake
 Me and you are getting out of the party crowd
 Can I see what's underneath your bed?
 Can I stay until the milkman's working
 Can I stay until the café awakes
 Do you hate me in the light, did you get a fright
 When you looked across from where you lay?
 Yeah you're great, you're just part
 Of this lifetime of dreaming
 That extends to the heart
 Of this long summer feeling
 All the history of boys
 I invent in my head
 Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John
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 All the history of boys
 I invent in my head
 Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John
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 What a waste I could have been your lover
 What a waste I could have been your friend