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Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Cherise |
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She was sharing Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease |
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Mikey had a facial scar and Bobby was a racist |
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They were all in love with dying, they were doing it in Texas |
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Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain |
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And then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancing with a train |
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They were all in love with dying |
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They were drinking from a fountain |
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That was pouring like an avalanche |
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Coming down the mountain |
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I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows |
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I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes |
| [01:00.18] |
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies |
| [01:05.94] |
You never know just how to look through other people's eyes |
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Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes |
| [01:33.09] |
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes |
| [01:36.10] |
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain |
| [01:39.02] |
That is pouring like an avalanche, coming down the mountain |
| [01:42.31] |
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows |
| [01:48.21] |
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes |
| [01:54.03] |
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies |
| [02:00.04] |
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes |
| [02:24.25] |
Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic |
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Flipper died a natural death he caught a nasty virusFlipper |
| [02:30.07] |
Then there was the ever present football-player rapist |
| [02:33.08] |
They were all in love with dying, they were doing it in Texas |
| [02:35.93] |
Paulie caught a bullet but it only hit his leg |
| [02:39.05] |
While it should've been a better shot and got him in the head |
| [02:41.93] |
They were all in love with dying |
| [02:43.57] |
They were drinking from a fountain |
| [02:44.97] |
That was pouring like an avalanche |
| [02:47.00] |
Coming down the mountain |
| [02:48.52] |
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows |
| [02:54.37] |
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes |
| [03:00.28] |
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies |
| [03:06.19] |
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes |
