The Blog That Jane Likes

This photograph of you and me
And these old boots are brand new
Look at you smile, smile, smile
Look at your smile

What has become of us?
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
There must be something better on

Shotgun
It's for putting in your mouth, babe
In a world as upside down as this one
Pretty patterns on the wall
Your mother
Running screaming down the hall, babe
Yeah, yeah
Why not talk to me?
A little bit would help, yeah
I was hoping you would let me go
Without showing how it hurts
Lift me up, love
Lift me up, love
No way I love, yeah
Yeah, yeah

What has become of us?
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
Some love waits, it's all I have, it's what I wanted
What has become of us?
Feel I want the dream we had
What has become of us?
I bought them all, the games we're playing
What has become of us?
All I know is what I can't
What has become of us?

Shotgun
Pretty patterns on the wall, again
Babe, why didn't you talk to me, talk to me, talk to me?
Once you are away
Walk away, oh love, yeah
I kneel, I kneel, I kneel
I'm begging for you, babe
Oh, shotgun, want out of here
want out of here, want out
Out of you, baby, yeah

What has become of us?
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
There must be something better on

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