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Curious talk at the Fotomat Do you really think that you're all that? With your head down You're ten to one We don't need to read or write Only breaking

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

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 Loves comes like

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

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

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