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Thanks - Lyrics by Wedding Present


Lyrics
I bumped into Joe on Victoria Road And he told me something About last weekend, he knows your new(
He said he saw it coming) And those letters I wrote, so now I know What you do with them Well of course he looked, you sliced me up And then showed it to him He's changed around the posters on your wall And finished all but one glass of your wine His head's been on the pillows that I bought And now he's seen me say "I love you" all those times And the old photos in those silly clothes There must be much more God, the poems I sent and that massive dent I left in your door I don't want them back, you can burn the lot I just feel betrayed Well it's been this long and all the flesh has gone But the bones remain He's changed around the posters on your wall And finished all but one glass of your wine His head's been on the pillows that I bought And now he's seen me say "I love you" all those times I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try I still can't get mad at you, no matter how I try