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Are you hoping to get out of this mess
truckloads of coffee, conditioned to confess
you're a bird on a wire
and you're wrestling
who's dirty laundry are you turning out fresh
little miss bossy is brimming with breast
you're a bird on a wire
and you're wrestling
no station is final
popping the pricks and the pins
are you stopping to smell the good sins
are you stopping to lift the good dress
geriatric at 20 years old
break like a matchstick as soon as you're told
you're a bird on a wire
and you're wrestling
no station is final
don't do what I do
(you're rotting now)
yeah whatever, she said
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Wait there, just enough to see you smile.
I mixed up the distance of the miracle mile.
you could never publish my love
you could never publish my love
you could never publish my love
you could never publish my love
Just stand there, you could never make me go through it.
the congas, theyÂ're bleeding through his bit-battle ???
you could never publish my love
you could never publish my love
you could never publish my love
you could never publish my love
Whip me, but donÂ't beat me.
I canÂ't canÂ't call?
you never left?
Break
The sun beats down upon the brain of confusion?
But houses much better if the roof is connected.
you could never publish my love
you could never publish my love
you could never publish my love
you could never publish my love
Whip me, but donÂ't beat me.
Yeah, I CanÂ't cat fall?
I
A cat cat call?
You never left.
A cat cat call.
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I'm so sorry for what I've done
I went in to it like a man
Now the only thing on my skin
Is some beach blown images
With every corner
That you have
You don't miss me
But I really don't mind
Don't float around girl
It'll be alright
And the hardest thing that I've done
Is laying down with someone
And the idiots in Detroit
Well they've all gone sour...
Add one night
With every corner
That you have
You really don't miss me
But I really don't mind
Don't float around girl
It'll be alright
It'll be alright, tomorrow
I'm so sorry for what I've done
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legless, with the powerder puff
you've got light, still cannot read
and the mattress is two bored-out eyes
supposed to be a lightening bolt
but as i lie in bed
it's been middle class
middle thoughts, middle as C
tantric forms of intercourse
no divorce, drunk as a horse
and the waitress is the only one
who can speak and say what she means
as i lie awake
it's been Camelot
i can a lot, it's kennel and key
as she's waiting
stroking my hair
choking places
stroking my tie
princes with the dollar eyes
morning fries and light-up TV
and advances in the sweater vest
picking homes, picking out cheese
as i lie to them
second wallabee
second son
what happened to me
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Fire's rage down in the north
Hell is here, what a source
Man lost his little machine
Hair and bone and Maybelline
Then you go for your one shot
To where you are
Bad vibes, from love on the side
It made her bleed, but he'll confide
Mirrors are hard to come by
Eyes are closed and hands are tied
Then you go for your one shot
To where you are
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Love comes like a Kennedy curse
The victim's role is well rehearsed
You can paint over any mistake
But you can't remove the original fake
Then you go for your one shot
To where you are, where you are
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
No
Oh what you need, it's a guarantee
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
No
Oh what you need, it's a guarantee
Oh, oh, oh...
So guaranteed
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curious talk at the fotomat
do you really think you're
all that?
with your head down
at 10:1
we don't need to read or rhyme
probably breaking down
maybe half of the time
was she good in bed
at 10:1 for me
what are you offering?
free my mind
with your head down
at 10:1
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Screw California
And friends that are never there
And places that they oughta
Pretend that they even care
From a false family, she could light you up
Like a holiday tree in the summer
So lead us there
So screw California
And ice that will never melt
From hearts of the modern
Children of Cicero
From a false family, she could light you up
Like a holiday tree in the summer
So lead us there
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I'm coming in close in a boat by the lake
I can't propose and I kept you awake
I've looked for your nose unless a mistake (?)
Has been don't matter (?)
Run through checkers and endless designs
Of run down papers and French concubines
Dorian Gray or a rat down the Rhine
Stupid panic
But are you on my side?
I hug the friends, it's just needles and pins
Cavalry's here they just won't let you in
They think that it's Greek when it's Pig Latin
A penned in firefight
But are you on my side?
Are you on my side?
I know you been around
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I've had two sins and I'm hotter than him and I don't know what it teaches
That's the moment of my weakness
I've had enough of your sermonized speeches
Where's the food that I wanted?
Out on the evening, six months ahead, sky I found deepness
Medicine ball
The traffic's mucked, shares its spiritual secrets
Come on the market I have English
And be ought no good to rend us on the beaches
Stomp the juice out of its sweetness
Out on the evening, six months ahead, sky I found deepness
Medicine ball
Medicine ball
Medicine ball
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head shapes narrowing
brains stored in the freezer
wind tops bellowing
it's a creeper double feature
jaundiced and yellowing
i've always been a late bloomer
shoegaze shimmering
there's no season to see it
i need it
one day I found you
it takes heroin and a hero's welcome
pillows of recklessness
you'd just pop your mouth off
and pierce the abdomen
until it's less than perfect
until it looks like everyone
to get so conceited
i need it
one day I found you
changed
one day I found you
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Sometimes I feel so low
I can't go on knowin'
Here in the island log sharin' my mind
Upstairs an attic
Witness the bubble breakin' down the spine
When we come through the rain almost by design
Upstairs an attic
Upstairs an attic
Angel
Angel
Upstairs an attic
Angel
Angel
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