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is like a movie Like a star it's pasted up in subway walls Won't you leave me something sacred when you fall? Unless there's nothing left at all
who drags you down your life is like a movie like a story pasted up on subway walls Won't you leave me something sacred when you fall? unless there's
us now There's no way in and no way out Living in the shadow of a doubt Have we pasted the point of no return? We can't cross the bridges that we've
I'd rather talk to my cat And I keep checking back to my group chat We've copied and pasted every meme We can't see each other Somehow we've grown
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted Pasted, blasted, puke drink up, get a new drink Hit the bathroom sink, throw up Wipe your shoe
What I need Is good advice Cooked on plates of ground meat Rubber hands and silly friends Pasted on my wall. Someone sold A sweet sea soup
inspiration she pasted on a star Here up on the head stock of Emma Jean's guitar [Chorus] Doooooo doooo I wouldn't even know her if I saw her face
really stop it Open up the window got bats in the belfry Bats, in the belfry Bats, in the belfry Pasted and wasted, taller than God Burning my
firmament of my dreams. Daybreak came and discovered me With my fantasies pasted to my face. I can't look at you right now. "Show me your eyes," she
and left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit Emptied the clip, then replaced it Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted wasted, spirit eras-ted
imitator these streets I knew so well Have been pasted beyond recognition with a temporary smell Now the midnight train eases out leaving everyone
And my Shirley Temple doll That truly cries And my essay on religion With the pasted paper stare Proving tangibly I'd won the second prize With my
Lie five dusty tomes With faded pasted pictures Of love's reverie. Across each cover is written, "Herein are Photos of Ghosts" Of ghosts, of ghosts,
Known to beg if I needed to with Home Grown bootlegs. I cut and pasted images of my face and then sloppily placed 'em in a case. Strange Famous. I stayed
were bad adverts All cut and pasted and nothing works The songs that I sang you just made it worse With melodies you don't follow It said on your wall
Don't wanna let you go Some things money can't buy Your smiles pasted My time is wasted You say I told you so, told you so You can't tell lies from
pasted since the funeral Missing the blood of human throats so many years, ages ago I must await, feel my body's stench Wanderings out of space
Cars look oh so so sad. Roads look oh so so drab. Windows copied and pasted. Buildings look pixelated. Alphabetical names. Dropping, wet
poster was pasted all over town but nobody noticed me do you believe in dreams? i do are you superstitious? i am do you believe in magic? i
broke and ya pasted it together with bubble gum And ya hope it don't fall apart while you're doing some fast talking to this man? And, and your shoelace
the trouble agian for them Me I'm a serious man No don't be gossip with the heathens Me I'm a serious man that's what I am my b i just pasted the first pf3
Quietly, almost elusively Almost invisibly, I found that I for a moment Had slipped away. Ripped in two, then pasted back again, Then crumpled
forever so I get down and pray The next day, a second girl passes away And her face is pasted all over the myspaces to make it worse I didn't know her,
she pasted on a star Here up on the head stock of Emma Jean's guitar Chorus 2: And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were long
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