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.I.
Memory's out
Don't you think I'm loyal?
Innocent shout
But you know I'm spoiled.
Breaking my lungs
You are so ambitious.

Virtual trash
Seeing you is tempting
Ashes of cash
And my bills are empty.
Poetry junk
And some other issues.

My life is fiction...

.chorus.
You can be the head of a single head
You can sleep all night with no wrong or right
You can slip away, you can drive ahead
Someone wants me dead. I wonder how long

.II.
Selfish success
I'm as Black as Francis
Spirit of "Yes"
While rejecting senses
It's not to heal
But to make prescription

Memory's lined
There's so much to cry on
I've changed my mind
And I'm sick of trying
Practicing skill
In it's new edition

We're lost in fiction...

.bridge.
My soul had cancer
You never answer
There is no love
So what you dance for?

I've lost my way out
Your silence's so loud
There is not much
For me to say

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