im going out sleepwalking
where mute memories start talking
the boss that
I'm going out sleepwalking
where mute memories start talking
the
i'm floating in a black balloon
o.d. on easter afternoon
my mama
The Litebrite's now black and white
'Cos you took apart a
everything is gone but the echo of the burst of
i got a question mark
you got a need to always
you walk down alameda shuffling your deck of trick cards
Here come your pride and joy,
The comic little drunk
Think I'm unkind
But people aren't the way you think they
alphabet city is haunted
constantina feels right at home
she probably won't
Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity caught stars
In her
i'd say you make a perfect
angel in the snow
all
Someone's always coming around here
Trailing some new kill
Says
Baby Britain feels the best
Floating over a sea of vodka
Separated
throwing candy out to the crowd
dragging down the main
the helpless
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