Hello
Something else; nothing I can ever understand
Memories
Psycho systems of self election, depression takes hold

Oppression of a little known mold,
Calloused hands of mirrored gold;
A fool hardy boy with scars which bled
Never understood the lies you said

Paper is my friend, paper is my foe
Paper is my memory, paper is my mould

Chorus:
You know cold eyes are the death of her
The piebald soldier
You know the dreams are ruining her
The piebald soldier
The piebald soldier
The piebald soldier

Hello
Never meant to listen to what you said to the police man
Memories
I can never remember what I said to man at the station

Home is a place to depend on every day
Old is the way I feel when they say
Never mind the horse and child with their wicked smiles
It’s a never day; every way, believe that way – it’s futile

Paper is my friend, paper is my foe
Paper is my memory, paper is my mould

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