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haunted but no one's home

I'll fade out
Don't turn back
They're illusions
I have seen cut-out paper personalities

Sing all those love songs from in

Tommy was a brawler in the Penny Picture Show
Fighting cardboard cutouts, saving women made of straw
Every day at work he'd throw his fists

realized that would never be mine
So why'd you mention it
Because I didn't know that time
Second time at The Cutouts
Always said that's the one
This time I

Sight remission
I comb the halls

Where have all my cutouts gone?
Nothing to hope for
Perhaps a visit

Booby traps and camouflage

Come down
Come

out
No cutout, or layout, ‘cause Ima get that phased out
My face out, my fist proud, so can you taste my name now?
The hell that I raise now, I break

All alone in my car
To drunk to drive home
Mistake the traffic lights for stars

Neighborhoods of cutout queens
Boxes to a perfect scene
When will it

sempre la stessa Berlino

(Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cutouts
Speak no feeling, no, I don't believe you
You

straight
You do it to yourself, you cause agony
If you saw that you’d be jolly
If you cutout the weed and molly
If you think that drugs are worthy
They don’t

come to a final rest

You spent the night with a cardboard cutout
Is your desire stronger than your judgment

Paper mache hats slipping
Your kisses were

soldi son carta straccia
che muovo in cutout per dargli anima
le storie in cui parli non le sopporto
Preferisco quelle in cui mostri il corpo
il sesso è

hide (Sneaky link)
I caught a pussy nigga slipping missed the floor sign (No wet floor sign)
I leave him looking like a cutout thousand ways to die (A

(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)

These mountains look like cutouts
Silhouettes on sunset skies
I turn to see the reflection of the dashboard
Flicker in your

think
All the ways you can tell us
How we should live our lives in his image

A flower in the moonlight
Dancing like a flame
A cutout cardboard collage

will they think of next
What next
Heavenly clouds of a chemical vapours
Cardboard cut-out centrefold
Ladder climber no you're never higher
Where's

always something
(There is no conscious
There is no mind)
Bathrobe chillin' on the couch
I'm watching Baki
I'm on display like cutout
Windows touch

my word count on
The cheapest set of phrases
I'd be no more than a cookie-cutter cardboard-cutout guy
Just "How's it going?" "Damn that's crazy"

out and his face turning blue
Turns to bumbling infant; don't know what to do
Returns to cutting cardboard cutouts in a culture war
He's banging on his

The girls would all miss me

Polish your manners
Held by a cut-out of your mouth
Nothing new there
Oh, but it still tastes so sour
Oh, I still feel so sour

TODAY I FEEL FUUUUUCCCK

FAKE AS A CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF A CAUCASIAN CHRIST IN A QANON FORUM 

THE WHITES GON LOVE THIS BUT ITS NOT FOR HIM 

IDGAF 
IF YOU

a picture of me and Bobby McGee
But we're not smiling
cnd I, caught between a rock and roll face 
cnd a fucked suburban name
Make holes in the cutouts of my

Glass slipper doesn’t fit me
Don’t wanna be your cardboard cutout no
More beastly than a beauty
Cause fire fuels me more than ice and snow

CHORUS:
Put

I don't know what it means
To be a decent human being
Learning all of the loopholes to existing
Came so easy

Sounding boards of cardboard cutouts

know
That it hides

What are eyes
You know
Broken
Windows

And a smile
Like a breath
Like a sigh

A cutout of me
Copied personality

You laughed out loud

A letter I wrote was thrown away
I wanna be better its a feeling I wanna gain

They keep laughing at me oh man what a mess
A clown with a cutout face
I walk