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dead idol (remix)
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dead idol (remix) |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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To you weep... What did I say? I want to see you bleed. I want to see you part of the sea. Listen to the sound of a whole other oh, oh, oh, oh... Bang, bang, bang – that’s how it goes. What did I say? What did I say? Why is the sky so gray? What did I say? What did I say? Support the fetus and the feeling. Love the plastic stares of men and the plastic stares of sun. Love the plastic stance of men and the plastic stares of sun. Love the plastic stairs of men and the plastic stairs of sun. I never wrote a song without my gun. Wrap me in your plastic legs. In my fire. Skin’s too tight, the sun is reeling. I can’t go to sleep before the deep. I can’t see the trees. I can’t feel my feet. Love the plastic stares of men and the plastic stares, the sun. Love the plastic stares of men and the plastic star, the sun. I know I got to write a song before I shoot my gun. I was young, oh so young with my gun I shot the sun. I was so young with my gun I shot the sun I shot the sun. With my gun I was so young. I was so young. The sun is hot, the sky is reeling. I can’t sleep without stealing. I don’t like this kind of feeling. Let me hear you weep. |
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