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| Oh... Planes are crashing sirens flashing we're all dashing because the world is dangerous atleast that's what we're to believe safer homes softer tones and poison gnomes are coming to get me (oh no!) and they will kill me if I close my eyes and give in (never!) Walkie-Talkies shorter coffees perfect bodies all wanna come with me they can't resist me (who couldn't?) what's this? they come with a price! (how nice!) I feel so lame I cheated at the game I see it's all the same and I don't even know my own name Hot desire my head's on fire black attire and I can always get higher cause I'm they buyer until I do too much and O.D. let's fly a kite in the night without the light because even with the clouds it's too bright and the sun will burn out my eyes if I'm always looking up 10-13-03 2:26pm |
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