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And i've got toothpicks in my eyes, a smile more yellow than the sky |
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I've got a song stuck in my head, one that i miss more than my bed |
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It's a song sung from a fallen milkman who's drinking bleach instead |
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I'm much like him. |
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14 hours unfed - i spent the last cents in my head |
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They're worth much less than pennies now |
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Food for one thought shared with a crowd |
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And i've got a painting in my head, a deeper blue bled thicker red |
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More red than bloody marys coast to coast |
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I hate flying i said - that's what i said |
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Sad, sorry excuse. |
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Just like everything that made her smile and everything i use |
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I won't go back to the way it was |
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I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint, |
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To take away this buzz that i call you. |
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14 hours ahead - a head that's heavier than lead |
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Toothpicks pry open eyes, a smile more yellow than the sky |
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I've got a song stuck in my head, one that i miss more than my bed |
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It's a song sung from a fallen milkman who's drinking bleach instead |
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I'm much like him. |
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14 hours unfed - i spent the last cents in my head |
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They're worth much less than pennies now |
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Food for one thought shared with a crowd |
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I've got a painting in my head, a deeper blue bled thicker red |
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More red than bloody marys coast to coast |
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I hate flying i said - that's what i said |
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Sad, sorry excuse. |
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Just like everything that made her smile and everything i use |
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I won't go back to the way it was |
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I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint, |
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To take away this buzz that i call you. |
