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Thea Gilmore The Lipstick Conspiracies

Hello anger its me I've been calling almost an hour I left a message on your machine Yeah, well I guess you're out Heard a black guy got killed today

I have been looking for loose change Down behind the armchair seat I've been propping up this coffee cup Looking down, down into the street And I

They're piling bodies up on the plains All of the strangers with so many claims and All that hope served as a warning Now they're falling like dominoes

Hey, looks like sleep is here Its two thirty AM the town has been cleared and The traffic has stopped for the minute at least We lie like a symphony

They're coming with their stories and they're coming with their wine They got a copy of a Chopin tune and an old no-smoking sign They're mapping every

I had too much to drink last night now I'm lying on the floor Watching the coloured patterns in my eyes, leftovers from the light And this bearing all