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You got this thing that really makes me hot
You got a lot and more when you get caught You got this thing that follows me around You fuckin bitch well I hope your insides rot Liar, Liar, Liar You see the stars through eyes lit up with lies You got your stories all twisted up in mine You got this thing that follows me around You were born with glue instead of spine Liar, Liar, Liar WA hahaha I knew I WA hahaha try to hide You got this thing that follows me around You got this thing that really makes me hot You got a lot and more when you get caught Bruise Violet Bruise Violet Bruise Violet You got this thing that really makes me hot You got a lot and more when you get caught Liar Liar Liar |
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Why do you make me feel so bad?
Why do you bother to act so sad? Well, you created it You created it I believed in it Cease to exist Cease to exist Raise your raise your cup And struggle Struggle You got to struggle Make your toast to all your trouble You got trouble Cease to exist Cease to exist Cease to exist Cease to exist I swear.... Crossroad Crossroads yourself to death And carve the wellworn path a deep gravel red Cease to exist for Christmas less ness Cease to exist Cease to exist Cease to exist on your christmas list |
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I wear the same face as you
and you share my sick point of view But I do hate you Vomit my heart Pull my head apart Vomit my heart Pull my legs apart Mad pilot fly high to the sky just Just to tear off their arms Just to tear off their arms With carousel charm I wear the same face as you and you share my sick point of view but I still hate you Vomit my heart Pull my head apart Vomit my heart Pull my legs apart I wear the same face as you and you share my sick point of view But I still love you My brains a carnival all aflame Cause your not the same Its all rearranged But I do love you Vomit my heart |
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Widowspeek but do not see the seer
Forest trees souled an enemy comes through Dafeel compete with me yr absolete Oh yeah inliar or what You can't map reality the light is pure green Energy I'm so alive got nine fool eyes I see through violet's thin disguise Oh yeah enlightya or what The whole world's out in front of me all Sugar coated phallusy I will not follow Stupid sheep I will not bow I will not peep Oh yeah elijah or what Kellie black I cought yr act you can not Get away with that yr caustic bullshit Second sight yr second's up yr short On sight Oh yeah enlieya or what |
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I won't ever tell on you
Ever see me do I wait forever for you Figure out your problem with me is you I won't ever be like you Ever see right through I wait forever for you Figure out your problem with me is you I won't ever tell on you Ever see right through I wait forever for you Figure out your problem with me is you You come running through Figure out your problem with me is you I won't ever tell |
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Where were you
I thought that I knew What could I do But think about you |
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I know I know I know
shut up killer clean been a racecar on a skyway down I've been shown these wrong ways I now own I now own all these wrong ways I've been shown I know I know shut up all the rapists keep asking me for a cigarettes I just try to grab hold of a solid piece of pavement and pray that yes I have two legs Lee Ann she has one I know I know shut up my own notions go a chocking my throath all bad thoughts still a float around in a fury luring me into one big abyss of hit and miss I empty all of this Johnny Walkeround my ninety pound of brain cloud of how? |
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Woah, shoot
Oh yeah, why don't you shoot? Yeah, shoot Oh yeah! Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my skin Soft gravel scratches cross my skin It ain't love, baby, that makes this martyr grin Simply sick, where Billy's been Oh my soul, there's a hole Oh, my soul. Sending psychic messages you can't even hear From my dumb mouth to your deaf ear Sugar spit sentiment never even meant We've all dragged our Jesus hair around Oh my soul, there's a hole Oh, my soul dust cake boy, boy, boy Woah he wavers me something God he wavers me something God he fucks real mean Mean She screams out your name cause she sweats to be me Has a crystalline cunt made of mint julep tea You're staring at something you're never gonna see.. Take your small eyes away from me Oh, my soul. There's a hole Oh my soul dust cake boy boy boy Woah Woah he fucks real mean He fucks mean He fucks mean... |
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Live somewhere in between of what
I've meant to be Pick the bones clean of angelicanteen meat Carnivaluate the short and tallerate the weak Stuck 6 feet sheep yr older than you look Cracked eyes black as soot Ariel ariella isadore is a door Isador able to close the sky and holes In your eyes when you rise when you feel the Velvet skies you rise Manifestering stations ailing incarnations A test of the broadcast emergency at last Ariel ariella isadore is a door Isador able to close the sky and holes In your eyes when you rise when you feel the Velvet skies you rise Till you rise I fill you skies Till you rise I field yr skies |
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Flies through the air with the greatest disease
Takes little pills and calls them 'trapeze' I know you're right, everything you do is right Everything i do is true. Bluebell To hell Lo and behold a girl with a goal Looks so old she's made out of gold I know you're right, everything you do is right Everything i do is true. I, i live in the densest corner of the deepest mind of the fuck-most room and sing "the stars they swing from their chandelier strings" (i know real love) You know who you are You're dead meat, motherfucker You don't try to rape a goddess Flys through the air with the greatest disease Takes little pills and calls them 'trapeze' I know you're right, everything you do is right Everything I do is true Bluebell to hell You are so obvious |
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He's my thing
Stay away from my thing Why don't you get your own one around? Well, he's my thing He's my thing I kept for myself and not for you He's my thing I kept for myself and nobody else He's my thing Stay away from my thing Why don't you get your own one around? Well, he's my thing Walks around in her boyfriends clothes Nobody knows She goes She goes Where she goes He's my thing Stay away from my thing Why don't you get your own one around? Well, he's my thing He's my thing I keep on a hook Keep on a hook She goes She goes Where she goes He's my thing Stay away from my thing Why don't you get your own one around? Well, he's my thing He's my thing Stay away from my thing Why don't you get your own one around? Well, he's my thing. |
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I taste your love
You waste my mind I've become hungry All of the time For something I've never Savored before But it's the less, that You feed me, from this Empty shell, I myself become You fed me I ate it You hurt me I hate it I never meant to step on your toes But isn't that the way It seems it always goes Spun like a tornado, my Mind is twisted on Your barbed wire fence That's built higher Than you've ever been You fed me I ate it You hurt me I hate it Silent, quiet, too scared to try it How many times does your Sacred heart bleed It is my soul you want Or is it something that you need I taste your love You waste my mind I tasted your love You wasted my mind Don't feed me Won't eat it Don't hurt me Delete it |
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Memory hide and seek halloween men or me
You decide what's on the mind coming in from The other side look what you done to me Following following look what you done to me Shadowing shallowing The other side I knew you first I loved you first I am the first Pokin naked Ruthie with a sharp-end stick shit I am mean Memory hide see halloween you know me Look what you done to me following following Look what you done to me sallow and shallowing The other side I knew you first I loved you first I am yr curse You decide what's the mind coming in from the Other side look what you done to me |
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I live inside
All invited inside Eyes flutter feathers My hair's fair like weather I've blown my recovery Living is nice When you're spun like a kite Sugar and tea and cream Looks like the sea is green with rivalry Now that I know just what you're all about I want out Now that I know just what you're all about I want out I live inside All invited inside Sugar and tea and cream Looks like the sea is green with reverie Now that I know just what you're all about I want out Now that I know just what you're all about I want out Life is real when you're dreaming Life's a dream when you're realing Now I want out Now I want out |
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Grandma's patch stole a hen party chicken
scratch see how your garden grows get a thread and amend us both please this I know Grandma's girl is coming down to steal violets from your crown & glue them to her wrist You have to spit to see the shine Grandma's girl is coming down to steal violets from your crown & glue them to her wrist hey Jack Cath-o-lick black stab 'em in the back-jack you're so serious your a writer -you better write quick cause your papers on fire take a lathe & scrape all the glitter off my blue glitter angel |
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I live it high cost of livin tell me why give it all
Inside you gotta head high one size fits all Head ride you decide Sweet sweet ride 1969 I live it why ya gotta limit, crossed grin now I Gotta bare it head high 9 inside hell to ride You beside Sweet sweet ride 1965 I live it it's not a gimmick my side anti-red What I said in yr head naked what you hide Will the planes ever collide we align collide My sweet sign 1969 I like it hot cold livin have you seen the inside of My ceiling's gotta big wild grin inside miles Wide you belie Sweet sweet ride 1965 I've had it now I've gotta give it all blind mice Resign you gotta hoodshine analyze Seats alive vinyl thighs Sweet ride 1969 I live it what I fade why I give it not away Pen said why side when I'm dead I gotta live it Speak free sexually why I feel it sky's not a limit gotta nice flight Suit and tie headlights on inside souled a Price you can't buy Sweet sweet sixty sexy I idolize yr Sixxy sexty oh my sixty sixxy |
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