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I hold an image of the ashtray girl |
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Of the cigarette burns on my chest |
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I wrote a poem that described her world |
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That put our friendship to the test |
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And late at night whilst on all fours |
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She used to watch me kiss the floor |
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What's wrong with this picture? |
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What's wrong with this picture? |
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Farewell the ashtray girl |
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Forbidden snowflake |
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Beware this troubled world |
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Watch out for earthquakes |
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Goodbye to open sores |
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To broken centrefolds |
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You know we miss her |
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We miss her picture |
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Sometimes it's faded |
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Disintegrated |
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For fear of growing old |
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Sometimes it's faded |
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Assassinated |
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For fear of growing old |
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Farewell the ashtray girl |
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Angelic fruit cake |
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Beware this troubled world |
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Control your intake |
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Goodbye to open sores |
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Goodbye and furthermore |
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You know we miss her |
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We miss her picture |
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Sometimes it's faded |
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Disintegrated |
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For fear of growing old |
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Sometimes it's faded |
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Assassinated |
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For fear of growing old |
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Hang on |
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Though we try, it's gone |
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Hang on |
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Though we try, it's gone |
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Sometimes it's faded |
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Disintegrated |
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For fear of growing old |
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Sometimes it's faded |
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Assassinated |
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For fear of growing old |
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Can't stop growing old |
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Can't stop growing old |
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Can't stop growing old |
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