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In every car that passes me on the street |
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I search for the particular face |
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The lipstick trembles under boomlights |
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The lipstick my own brothers only trace |
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Was the birthday birthday ashtray |
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Carried all along this way now (and) |
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It was a gift from my little sister |
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On the very same day they took her away |
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And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now |
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All your dreams are cherry red inside your head |
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And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now |
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All your dreams are cherry red inside |
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In Hollywood I got the phone call |
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That made my heart and my limosine stall |
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Falling down in the hotel hall again |
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Little drunk from the Warners' Christmas ball |
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Cut by love and cut by switchblade |
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He's been gone nearly half a decade |
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Cut by love and cut by switchblade |
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He's been gone nearly half a decade |
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I still remember my brother |
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I see his face on the billboards |
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And the polaroids that stayed on my pillow 'til the very sunset |
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Said, great day |
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And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now |
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All your dreams are cherry red inside your head |
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And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now |
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All your dreams are cherry red inside |
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And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now |
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All your dreams are cherry red inside your head |
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And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now |
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All your dreams are cherry red inside |