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unnoticeable in this tiny town |
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when the sun was at it's most volume |
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the women would paint themselves in dresses |
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while they mend them with their tounge |
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people would stop by shopping malls needing a change |
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or at least a cool breeze |
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i guess their all just trying to feed off all their own simple skin |
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your type of voice it looks like we |
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are just all the more violently |
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cause nothing will ever be good enough for me |
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you can always feature yourself on the side of the store |
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almost like mannequins as they stare ??? |
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as you are some stranger |
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as you are you fool |
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nothing more is cloned to them |
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you can never hide your hair in this cool, conditioned room |
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they paint you by their eyes |
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with the same look, the same smell |
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could they just pick and choose to see whats best |
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someone like you my boy |
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or someone like you my girl |
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but this is growing up i guess |
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yes this is being youthful |
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so stare at your lover |
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you will never know at your lover |
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you will never have |
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cause its always whispers in this crowded state |
