歌词
Come back, come back again, black eyes
All is forgiven this time
Come back, come back again, bruises
All is a matter of trying
You cut your hair
You act differently to what I suppose you would do
You cut your hair
You talk differently now, to what I remember how
Come back, come back again, black eyes
All is a matter of opinions
Who put this blood in my veins?
Who told me not to go to sleep?
You cut your hair
You act differently to what I suppose you would do
You cut your hair
You talk differently now, to what I remember how
You cut your hair
You act differently to what I suppose you would do
You cut your hair
You talk differently now, to what I remember how
You cut your hair
You act differently to what I suppose you would do
You cut your hair
You cut your hair
