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Never a heaven an age old question |
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Written from a cold place |
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I gotta feel sour, I need a shower |
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Or just a slap in the face |
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Circumstance has left romance |
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And a puzzle in front of me |
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Who knows the ending |
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If the truth need bending |
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A lie is the tool that you'll need |
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So, I'm under a mountain |
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Stuck to this mattress |
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Perfume and Valium |
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What makes a Sunday different from Monday |
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Could be a look in her eyes |
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In need of flattery she changes batteries |
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So that her light will still shine |
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The words she utters, either flow or they stutters |
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They're either silly or wise |
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Anger with concern but never to yearn |
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Only to be by your side |
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So, I'm under a mountain |
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Stuck to this mattress |
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Perfume and Valium yeah |
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Lay down with number 13 |
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It's a cold gray shame |
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Lay down with number 13 |
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It's a cold gray shame |
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So, I'm under a mountain |
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Stuck to this mattress |
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Perfume and Valium |
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Oh what a lovely contraction |
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So, I'm under a mountain |
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Stuck to this mattress |
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Perfume and Valium oh |
