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This conversation just turned again. Why do we always end up talking about me and my lack of friends? And I finally found a point to pink you down, and

They got their white pine wooden boy. Yeah you're a puppet dancing, dangling on the company line. They find your hole. They make a fist and shove it

Scary eyes where'd she get them scary eyes? 'Cause they look and they laugh, they don't cry. Though they can be very nice, or even very very nice. They

Thirty five thousand names in the Name your baby book she picked the one most perfectly precious To help Peanut keep every last promise her mommy had

Faithlessness is the alien creature In my drive in feature It fills the screen when you invade my dreams. But paranoia is my own decision, I gave you

Well ain't that just fucking peachy I just get turned 'round right. And I'm turned around again. I feel my skull getting itchy, keep me up all night.

They can't hear the rumbling voice of history Say give your babies a kiss for me Because they have led the devil to your door. Rosie woke up; she pored

Cuda, a hemi 426, 500 ponies, illegal slicks, fastback. And you want to be as bad as your ride. Tell all the ladies to get inside or get back. But stupid

I don't wanna feel no more It's easier to keep falling Imitations are pale Emptiness all Tomorrow's haunted by your ghost Lay down, black gives way