By Riggs
Date: 5 April 2001
Smudge Creation
She's my own
she's my own creation
comes in through my back door
though i haven't seen her
she's a real mystery
she calls herself Anabelle
i think it means something
I've got doubts
i've got doubts about her
i've got doubts about my heart
will it hold up to the strain
can i risk it
again
I'm out cold
have you seen me
walk by
with my hands in my back pockets
and my head turned to the sky.
Maybe if I change
if i use my imagination
can i be like someone else
or just a bad imitation
I'm out cold
have you seen me
walk by
with my hands in my back pockets
and my head turned to the sky
to the sky
to the sky
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