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he will not smile for anyone
I could have been wild and i could have been free, but she s too rough Graves, i lost my faith
end of the pier
i m not the man you think i am

And pretty girls make graves, upon the sand
I lost my faith in womanhood, i lost my faith, a smile lights up her stupid face
End of the pier, soon be dust oh, there is a quick and easy way you say
Give up to lust, i could have been wild and i could have been free, i lost my faith in womanhood

Soon be dust oh, he will not rise for anyone
I lost my faith in womanhood, i m not the man you think i am
He will not smile for anyone, i d rather state
He will not rise for anyone, i lost my faith in womanhood Girls, he takes her hand

And sorrow s native son, and pretty girls make graves
there is a quick and easy way you say
And pretty girls make graves, i m not the man you think i am Graves, soon be dust oh
Upon the sand, i m not the man you think i am

And say give in to lust, but nature played this trick on me, upon the sand
I m not the man you think i am, i d rather state, and pretty girls make graves
she wants it now
I m not the man you think i am, but she s too rough

I m not the man you think i am, end of the pier, a smile lights up her stupid face
i could have been wild and i could have been free
i m not the man you think i am
A smile lights up her stupid face, oh heaven knows we ll

There is a quick and easy way you say, and sorrow s native son
I could have been wild and i could have been free, and say give in to lust, upon the bay
End of the pier, i m not the man you think i am
He takes her hand, he will not smile for anyone, i m not the man you think i am

i m not the man you think i am
The sun shines out of our behinds, i lost my faith in womanhood, i lost my faith
End of the bay, i lost my faith in womanhood, and say give in to lust
i lost my faith

You tug my arm, and i m too delicate The, i lost my faith in womanhood
oh heaven knows we ll
He will not smile for anyone, end of the pier
end of the bay

And she will not wait, i lost my faith in womanhood
I could have been wild and i could have been free, and pretty girls make graves