Seven

If seven was my lucky number
I would vanish out of here
Because I really don't remember much
I was slightly out of touch
That night

Aching
Yes these pains are aching
Cause she was my close family
Her mum said that I was unaware
I know I should have taken care
Of her

Please let me have another smoke
Our conversation makes me choke

Cause she was the wildest company
She could party on for an eternity

At seven I was getting high
Next morning the rush it had run dry
I was naked in the back of a car
Blood stains without any scars
On my body

I'm not the one who's a shooting star
So why don't you search for a stolen car

My outfit wasn't really classy
I got picked up by a taxi
And went home

Please let me have another smoke
Our conversation makes me choke

I washed the stains off my ravaged face
Charlie the Horse took me outer space again

I knew her boyfriend long time ago
Maybe he'll tell you 'bout the friends she saw

I'm just the stoned kind of company
How would I sense all that misery?

Seven is just a random number
That's why I don't make any sense



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Writer(s): Peter Jensen
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