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Pixeleen 
Rave on my sleek and soulful cyberqueen 
Pixeleen 
Penned by a hack in the Palisades 
Backed by some guys from Columbia 
Shot all in digital
a tragedy to find

That there's only one kind of love and that's love sweet love
Try to drag it down and change its name
But it's always gonna be love
And it
Time moves a summer wind
I can see your face again
Was it such a tragedy
Being you, being me?

Smoke clears, the pictures fades
But I stay back
Time moves a summer wind 
I can see your face again 
Was it such a tragedy 
Being you, being me? 
 
Smoke clears, the picture fades 
But I stay
I went for a walk in my old downtown
To the top of the hill and I turned around
Train yard's not what it used to be
The station's still standing by
into love, into lust,
Into innate inner-child's thoughts of we chasing the sky
That fell into the sea that we created for ourselves to be self-absorbed
nothing
But it's something, such a shame
So caught up in the fantasy
Humanity has made a love story out of tragedy
But there is no romance in life
nothing
But it's something, such a shame
So caught up in the fantasy
Humanity has made a love story out of tragedy
But there is no romance in life
nothing
But it's something, such a shame
So caught up in the fantasy
Humanity has made a love story out of tragedy
But there is no romance in life
the first one on the phone
Yeah, you ran all the lights to the hospital

So don't you say to me
That life's a trap
The future is nothing but a tragedy
dunn stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice
Digital
of beer in time to watch the Simpsons. It was a really good episode about love always ending in tragedy except, of course, for Marge and Homer. It was quite
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
That's him in the corner of social oblivion
Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom
That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges
Buried in