Nocturnal - Kate Martin

Here’s, to another empty bottle in the bin

To a box of empty matches on the floor

To a messy house

And a pounding head

Here’s, to a taxi full of people I just met

I think I love you now but someday I’ll forget

Why the long face darling

Someday you will too

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You, are the apple of your husband’s wandering eye

The epitome of rainclouds in the sky

And I know that someday

I’ll be right there in your shoes

I, feel like you’re the only one that understands

You watch me with your eyes

And never say a word

Then you go outside to lay under the sun

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