Mr. Writer - Stereophonics
You line them up
Look at your shoes
You hang names on your wall
Then you shoot them all
You fly around in planes
That bring you down
To meet me who loves you, like
Me crashing to the ground
Are you so lonely?
Don't even know me
But you'd like to stone me
Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell
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