by nextell


zilch - POSE



Cut to countdown Jamie was so cold.
Do you know why we kiss and then lie?
Coma-life is getting like karmacide now
Out to lunch you count aloud.
I know that Creole soul. Yeah

Coma-white you cut me. Crash and quit yeah
Inner weakness was a jewel
Now she be pretending. Denial. Could not say
Now she be pretending a lie

Every night took on a kimono dancer tell me why we kid to ourselves
She walk along.
Anonymous and in a nightmare
Ignoring me. High. Here we go
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We know we have this impulse
No karma now. Just a look and crawl down with me
Reaction to you crushes me down
Silver mouth. Tell me could you kill a dead man?
Tell me. Could you ju-ju me now?
Everybody wants to be somebody.
Some kind of shiny make-believe
Yeah. My cucharacha could I teach you power
So come on give me what I need
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We know we have this impulse
Everybody wants to be somebody.
Some kind of shiny make-believe
Everybody wants to be somebody so come on give me what I need
Everything pose.
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We know we have the same pulse
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We know we have this impulse