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Out of bed at the crack of noon
Blare the music and have a swoon I can't stop thinking of your face La la lee la lee loo lace I'm six feet under the Bhodi tree With my crap new-age philosophy Diamonds where there once were stars I'm sitting in Jayne Mansfield's car Yeah yeah I'm independence Yeah yeah I'm borderline Yeah yeah I'm California My minds all screwed and upside down But my hearts on overdrive Yeah my hearts on overdrive I need to take a shower when I look at you You sting and hurt like a bad tattoo I wish you'd change my point of view I cruise the canyon to get some breeze With hidden treasures up my sleeve I like the light and hate the heat But I'll lick the blood right off your street Yeah yeah I'm cherry cola Yeah yeah I'm Candy-eyed Yeah yeah I'm California My minds all screwed and upside down But my hearts on overdrive They all come here to find a scene But end up girls on Methedrine Naked on a TV screen The dreams that fall beneath my feet Make my footsteps feel so sweet But your kisses are my fait accompli Yeah yeah I'm independance Yeah yeah I'm borderline Yeah yeah I'm California My minds all screwed and upside down But my hearts on overdrive Yeah my hearts on overdrive |
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They've clipped my wings again
tore them apart and then left me No use to fly away to my yesterday of freedom My eyes died back that day seeing the hurt I may have done Beat me instead of them pain is my only zen of fun I'll go where secrets are sold where roses unfold I'll sleep as time goes by So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song blood on my hands to stay strong The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong there is no right to heal the wrong soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die I can't throw up don't think i even want to try You still can't make me cry you've pinned this butterfly down My fire's burning out kill my flame without a frown And starving hurts the soul when you're hungry for some love So if I close my eyes I can really fly above and.. I'll go where secrets are sold where roses unfold I'll sleep as time goes by So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song blood on my hands to stay strong the flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong there is no right to heal the wrong soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die I can't throw up don't think I even want to tryyy- tryyyy- tryyyyyy (chorus again) |
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