| Song | Darling Dear |
| Artist | Little Fish |
| Album | Baffled And Beat |
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| I throw myself out of bed | |
| Throw myself in the chair | |
| And dress my two naked feet | |
| Some clothes | |
| Some bottles some books | |
| A letter with it written | |
| Words that say: | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed | |
| My darling dear | |
| There’s a sweet bitter taste | |
| Running through my head | |
| The very next day | |
| I’m half undressed | |
| You find me lying | |
| On an empty bed | |
| Pistol in hand | |
| Objects here and there | |
| You wake me with a jump | |
| And an evil stare | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed | |
| Come back to bed | |
| My darling dear | |
| And you | |
| You want to get me out of here | |
| You want to take me from my obscure world | |
| Back into your head | |
| Back into your bed | |
| What will be wrong then? | |
| When we are all dead? | |
| You said to show you my tongue | |
| But the chemist is closed | |
| And the world is my song | |
| La la la la… | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed… | |
| And so it’s here | |
| That I find my pistol | |
| Diffuse it of its bullets | |
| And push it to my head | |
| ‘Cause I got no reason | |
| And I got no mind | |
| ‘Cause I got no reason | |
| And I got no mind | |
| Can’t stop the blood | |
| Pouring from my head | |
| Can’t stop the blood | |
| Pouring from my head | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed… |
| I throw myself out of bed | |
| Throw myself in the chair | |
| And dress my two naked feet | |
| Some clothes | |
| Some bottles some books | |
| A letter with it written | |
| Words that say: | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed | |
| My darling dear | |
| There' s a sweet bitter taste | |
| Running through my head | |
| The very next day | |
| I' m half undressed | |
| You find me lying | |
| On an empty bed | |
| Pistol in hand | |
| Objects here and there | |
| You wake me with a jump | |
| And an evil stare | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed | |
| Come back to bed | |
| My darling dear | |
| And you | |
| You want to get me out of here | |
| You want to take me from my obscure world | |
| Back into your head | |
| Back into your bed | |
| What will be wrong then? | |
| When we are all dead? | |
| You said to show you my tongue | |
| But the chemist is closed | |
| And the world is my song | |
| La la la la | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed | |
| And so it' s here | |
| That I find my pistol | |
| Diffuse it of its bullets | |
| And push it to my head | |
| ' Cause I got no reason | |
| And I got no mind | |
| ' Cause I got no reason | |
| And I got no mind | |
| Can' t stop the blood | |
| Pouring from my head | |
| Can' t stop the blood | |
| Pouring from my head | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed |
| I throw myself out of bed | |
| Throw myself in the chair | |
| And dress my two naked feet | |
| Some clothes | |
| Some bottles some books | |
| A letter with it written | |
| Words that say: | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed | |
| My darling dear | |
| There' s a sweet bitter taste | |
| Running through my head | |
| The very next day | |
| I' m half undressed | |
| You find me lying | |
| On an empty bed | |
| Pistol in hand | |
| Objects here and there | |
| You wake me with a jump | |
| And an evil stare | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed | |
| Come back to bed | |
| My darling dear | |
| And you | |
| You want to get me out of here | |
| You want to take me from my obscure world | |
| Back into your head | |
| Back into your bed | |
| What will be wrong then? | |
| When we are all dead? | |
| You said to show you my tongue | |
| But the chemist is closed | |
| And the world is my song | |
| La la la la | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed | |
| And so it' s here | |
| That I find my pistol | |
| Diffuse it of its bullets | |
| And push it to my head | |
| ' Cause I got no reason | |
| And I got no mind | |
| ' Cause I got no reason | |
| And I got no mind | |
| Can' t stop the blood | |
| Pouring from my head | |
| Can' t stop the blood | |
| Pouring from my head | |
| My darling dear | |
| Come back to bed |