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I wanna plug you in
I wanna get you things Send you a pentagram Feed you diazepam I wanna play the game I wanna live again I wanna bend your spoons And make your silver shine Because your surly stare Is so revealing Because your feet are bare My eyes are peeling I'll wear a stylin' mustache You'll wear a frozen smile We'll run like tamal tigers We'll drink the poison vile I'm not the jack of diamonds I'm not the six of spades I don't know what you thought I'm not your astronaut Because your surly stare Is so revealing Because your feet are bare My eyes are peeling Because your mistletoe Because i gamble Because i told you so My eyes are scrambled |
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I got pills that make me cranky
I got pills that make me cry I have crooked information Tiny nightmares in the sky Rest your head upon my pillow Put my hand inside your bed You can have it if you want it If you'd like to take a chance I can hypnotize a pancake I can levitate the Pope I can make your teacher crazy 'Cause it's all within my scope Rest your head upon my pillow Put my hand inside the bed You can have it if you want it If you'd like to take a chance Teenage lightning in the basement Teenage lightning in the night Teenage lightning on my window Teenage lightning is alright |
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When candles light themselves
And the air turns creamy Why not take a photograph? You look so dreamy Then stand in the blackness Smile at the tinkling Blinded by lovedust What did I see? A million, a billion, a trillion stars A million, a billion star I'm bad with faces And worse with names But the last glove is happy Its all the same I set a trap for you But I'm the one who's all caught up Blinded by lovedust This is what I saw A million, a billion, a trillion stars A million a billion stars A million, a billion, a trillion stars A million, a billion stars |
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Well it's painful to observe
Looking at your curls Sorry to be mean But it's sad to be a churl Talking to your friends is like talking to a shoe His hair is stupid blonde And his eyes are stupid blue Searching for a crime Searching for a crime Something slipped my mind And I am searching for a crime In 1995 I told 1,000 lies Let me tell you about the agony of love Follow me To the top All the way Never stop I know I lost my cool It's no where to be found My Violent obsession Stood the test of time Searching for a crime Searching for a crime Something slipped my mind And I am searching for a crime In 1995 I told 1,000 lies Let me tell you about the agony of love |
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