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I'm a killjoy |
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Even offstage, I'm plastered |
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Memories of a sex stained flower |
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On the wall of your room |
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I need a view, I need a few |
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People around me think they are California bound |
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We're turning blue and yellow |
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We don't make a sound, I've sunk into cold floors |
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Half naked and always stumbling |
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You are to me |
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However you want to be |
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As long as we're machines |
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(We will lose) |
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We are just a dream |
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(The unknown) |
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No ordinary tease |
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Of another life, come find |
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We ought to be, how we used to be |
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A more human and extraordinary love |
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Hush up that gypsy queen in the back of magazines |
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Crush the pills, flip it over, rip this oxy |
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Fuck alter boy sensitivity |
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Make it numb to learn |
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We can't get far enough |
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From nights of dancing on the streets |
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Like we paved them ourselves |
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And now we've learned to chase our liquor with disaster |
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Palm readers never let you know |
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Palm readers never let you go |
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We're all ribbon chasers |
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Without ribbons of our own |
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Under the watchful eye of a dirty bird |
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My chemical companion |
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Can't you read my mind? |
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You want some attention |
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But I'm tired of it tonight |
