The Psychedelic Furs - All of This & Nothing Lyrics
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All of This & Nothing
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What Are The Lyrics For All of This & Nothing By The Psychedelic Furs?
A phonebook full of accidents
A girl to drive your car A suit to wear on mondays And a coat a magazine A heavy rain on holiday A painting of the wall A knife a fork and memories A light to see it all You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you round Dominoes a pack of cards A picture of the queen A dress to wear on sundays And a handle for the door A letter that I sent for you A note you left for me A wave a pack of cigarettes A pocket full of beads You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you on You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you round You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you on The sound of people getting drunk A ceiling and a sky A bank that's full of promises A telephone that lies A visit from your doctor He crawls in through the door A mirror you can look in So that you know where you are You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you round You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Now I'm left with all of this A roomful of your trash |
Who Wrote All of This & Nothing By The Psychedelic Furs?
Duncan Kilburn, John Ashton, Richard Butler, Roger Nicholas Morris, Timothy Butler, Vincent Davey
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