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And the pool player rests on another cue, and i ll always surrender to the warm wet circles
A warm wet circle, she faithfully traces his name Warm, the warm wet circles
A warm wet circle, last nights hero picking up his dues
she ll take a mother s kiss on her first broken heart
planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts
like a mother s kiss on your first broken heart

And the pool player rests on another cue, she ll take a mother s kiss on her first broken heart
standing all your mates to another round
She ll realise that she plays her part in a warm wet circle, sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling Wet, and the pool player rests on another cue
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts, like a bullethole in central park
and the pool player rests on another cue
till they commit themselves to the muted journey home

she ll let a lover s tongue move in a warm wet circle
She ll take a mother s kiss on her first broken heart, she ll realise that she plays her part in a warm wet circle, a warm wet circle
Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller s shop display, feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes, on promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
she faithfully traces his name
Jealous confidantes, with quick bitten fingers
As the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye, she ll realise that she plays her part in a warm wet circle, jealous confidantes

on promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
Like a mother s kiss on your first broken heart, last nights hero picking up his dues, i saw teenage girls like gaudy moths a classroom s shabby butterflies