Fizzy lettuce So contemplate this Standing statue, the words will run through A burning red rose, everyone knows You're turning blacker, madhatter But you're a slave on the run and that don't look fun, all that fun
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And I yell at her And I'm begging her Just compelling her Cos' her magic got lost for desert And everything's not fantasy It's no phalacy Cos' it's so tragic we're almost the worst
I'm here I'm missing Ok you're hissing The bitter music Helped me diffuse it We're falling deeper Daytime sleeper You're trading your spark To play in the dark Pharmaceutical run There's just so much fun Now just come on home
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And I yell at her And I'm begging her Just compelling her Cos' her magic got lost for desert And everything's not for fantasy And it's no phalacy Cos' it's so tragic we're almost the worst
Life has crazy cause for sadness How can you trust all her madness? Through the walls, try stop this Stop the cause, don't watch this It's a game.
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And I yell at her And I'm begging her Just compelling her Cos' her magic got lost for desert And everything's not for fantasy And it's no phalacy Cos' it's so tragic we're almost the worst (x2)