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Lyrics for 'Lipstick Letters' by 'Rialto'
I Get Home Late But I Can't Sleep, No Message On My Machine, The Red Light Eyes Me Knowingly. And From The Note Left On My Door I Know That I Shouldn't Call - You Won't Be Home Tonight At All.
'cos When I Read Between The Lines, Pictures Of You Hi-jack My Mind. I Don't Know Where You're Going But I Know You're Wearing Your Make-up - Lipstick Letters Always Say Too Much.
Sit And Watch The Cars Go By With A Cheap Bottle Of Wine, But It Doesn't Help To Pass The Time. I Don't Know How Far We Fell, I Don't Know If This Is Hell, But I Can Hear The Funeral Bells.
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Raking Through The Old Fag-ends Of Forgotten Conversations - They're Burning On My Lips Again. And From The Note Left On My Door, I Know That I Should Have Called - You Won't Be Coming Home At All.
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