Kate Jayne: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)
• MP3 play whole song, lo-fi (modem)

I don’t remember it ever being this hard to drive home before
there’s nothing wrong with naming names but let’s keep this one our little secret some more
you’re the friend of a friend of a friend whose affections have left me as an extension of cold
now I’m the one who’s never felt so young when I think it’s more appropriate to be feeling so old

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hand me the matches
I’m fighting fire with fire this time in
I’m feeding the flames with heartbreak and loyalty
til they burn right out through my skin

alan says that regardless of what you might hear you can always change the past
when faced with the power of imagination he tells me no memories can last
so I concentrate til you start to evaporate and I begin to think that alan is right
but I can’t dismiss the mark on my lips from the last time you kissed me goodnight

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so friday screwed me over and now it’s one two three days I wake up sick again
I cultivate fever dreams of fallen and broken kings who all have your face when I pretend
and while I’m offended by your methods and madness I do agree that it’s best we stay apart
with the way things are I’ll have my scars but all in the name of my art

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here I go leaving another man sleeping tonight I drive alone in the dark
I keep my stereo turned up so the impact of my solitude doesn’t hit me so hard
I’ve become an expert on keeping my lies straight, with fingers crossed behind my back
when three weeks here feels like a whole bad year you’re the only one who could see through my act

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