Oh,
As he turns the page of a shining new code
Slow breeze slipping through my fingers
Cold dreams ejected from my
Oh what a crazy, lazy life
Shotgun wedding to a hooker
Oh hear my prayer you people please
Incline your tiny
I know you know I've been damaged, savaged
You know I
Young girl it's not only you
But only you can decide
When
The Isle of Manhattan was home to a madman
Who came
Lucy's lost her shoe and she don't know where she
We are never coming down
I got up, I can't get
(One of these days, One of these days)
One of these
And the world died laughing, laughing at you
While others cry
And when the sun falls heavy on my head
Don't you
Well I'm standing on the launch pad
Looking at the stars.
I'm
The horror...
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
Head on a plaque, it's an immediate problem
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