Portishead — Small
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If I remember the night that we met
Tasted a wine that I’ll never forget
Opened the doorway and saw through the lie
Oceans of movement and I felt alive
She spoke of freedom, «A way in, » she said
«A wisdom that took me away from the bed»
Spoke of the glory that we had become
I felt forgiven in all I’d become
Small, tasteless, and flawed
Hoping to see, blinded like me
You tried to understand, but you’re just a man
Open to scorn just like me
Frail, you were again
Tried to pretend
Who you were then
Who you are now
Hating the lord (Hating the Lord)
Hating the Lord (Hating the Lord)
Small, tasteless, and flawed
Hoping to see, blinded like me
You tried to understand, but you’re just a man
Open to scorn just like me
Frail, you were again
Tried to pretend
Who you were then
Who you are now
Hating the Lord (Hating the Lord)
Hating the Lord (Hating the Lord)