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written and recorded by k.t. Strasse on chirstmas eve
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its funny how everything i say
and every little thing i do
i guess maybe one could say
all roads lead back to you
saw you at the party late last night
at first, i thought you were an angel
but when you came up to talk to me, ask how i was
i realised that you weren't an angel, you were a ghost
you looked so god damned pale
and tired like you hadn't slept for days
i wanted to take you home and put you to bed
and when you awoke, i would feed you eggs
i wanted to mother you like i used to
no matter what i do
no matter how hard i try
it seems always to be true
all roads lead back to you
since its gotten cold outside
my lips have been chapped, they bleed
and i think if you were here,
you would fix them, make them better
its been two weeks since i shaved my head
i have to wear a cap to bed
i'm cold all the time
and i'm always thinking of you
and every little thing i do
i guess maybe one could say
all roads lead back to you
saw you at the party late last night
at first, i thought you were an angel
but when you came up to talk to me, ask how i was
i realised that you weren't an angel, you were a ghost
you looked so god damned pale
and tired like you hadn't slept for days
i wanted to take you home and put you to bed
and when you awoke, i would feed you eggs
i wanted to mother you like i used to
no matter what i do
no matter how hard i try
it seems always to be true
all roads lead back to you
since its gotten cold outside
my lips have been chapped, they bleed
and i think if you were here,
you would fix them, make them better
its been two weeks since i shaved my head
i have to wear a cap to bed
i'm cold all the time
and i'm always thinking of you
