Keepsake Songtext
von Senseless Things

She carries her tip in an en mapa kit
They chatter away like a Sunday market
Got an education but no situation
Out of home and hoping that someone′ll take her on
Nailed up by her bed
A crush she no longer pays
Her mother sends
An invitation home again
Building slabs of fire, protest gets nothing
Add proof to existence but still they're nothing
Passes by the mirror but it ain′t down to shame
Just might wanna take a look who'd be to blame
Now so far from home
Still is close to the phone The sharpest knife
Ends up bent with a knife
Love leaves her keepsake
And though it's way too late
Make no mistake
She′ll never go back again
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