Song For Aberdeen

She was an alcoholic artist
With too much makeup round her eyes
And I never knew her real name
She was sunbeam wrapped in lies
But I love her and I'm sorry
And that's all there is to say
It's like a fairy from the ancient time
And I hope it,
I hope it stays that way

And when I woke up on your kitchen floor
With a headache made in hell
And the flowers that I gave you
Smiled at me from the window pane
Then I thought I must be crazy
'Cause I'm feeling kind of good
And then when satan helped me up again
It was then I,
It was then I understood

Well I was never meant to be the good boy
I was never meant to go to school
Well it's guys like me who get somewhere
'Cause everybody pity a fool
Now it's payback for the rainy days
Now it's no more me and you
Well I got mine you got yours babe
Now it's payback
Now it's me against the world

Baby, it was the last time I forgave you
Oh, it was the last time I forgave you
Baby, it was the last time I forgave you
Oh, it was the last time I forgave you
Baby, it was the last time I forgave you
Baby, it was the last time I forgave you
Oh, it was the last time I forgave you
Oh, it was the last time I forgave you

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