Bombed

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Bombed - Mark Lanegan
Love there are flowers hangin' in the vine
So high you cannot see
Now my mind must go on holiday
Torn from it's hook a broken Valentine
I see the smoke from a revolver
Will I get hit I hardly care
When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum
(Gum)
And look too long straight at the morning sun
Love there are flowers along the avenue
All things perfectly in place
I build a shrine I set a monument
Because you're fire
Because you're a fire escape