Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
Katie Dey
You're family, I was on the street another week
And my daddy wouldn't speak to me, failed offspring
You offered me a place to be, to fall asleep
The rent was cheap, 4223 annually
Sometimes it seemed like you would never leave, leave
Kept to myself, covered holes you'd look through to see
Can't for-see, ? peculiar thing
Cover sheets, underneath the police
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No dial tone / cut telephone line
Tried the back door, but you had seen my frailty
Start crying, and the ? please, please
You tried calming me, already knew what I'd believe