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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 |
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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 |
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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 (we will lose) |
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we are just a dream (the unknown) |
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no ordinary tease |
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of another life |
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come find |
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we ought to be |
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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 |
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flip it over |
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rip this oxy |
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**** 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 |
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dancing on the streets 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 |
