[ Предположительная тональность: C ] G I lay awake at four, staring at the wall F C Counting all the cracks backwards in my best French G Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery F C All about palmistry, I wonder what's in store for me G F I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms C G And the cracks are representative of what is going on F C I lose a breath... my love-line seems intertwined with death G I'm thinking of you too F C G I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling F C It's a kind of off-white, maybe it's a cream G There's oily residue dripping from the kitchen F C It's art-deco necromantic chic, all the dinner plates are kitsch with G F Irish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks C G I think I'm hungry, I'm thinking of you too F C I'm thinking of you too G I'm thinking of you too F C I'm thinking of you too G I'm thinking of you too G Wondering what you're doing, what you're listening to F C Which quarter of the moon you're viewing from your bedroom G Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies F C G Swimming at the pool, I'm thinking of you too F C I'm thinking of you too G I'm thinking of you too F C I'm thinking of you too Stan.
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