oh, its a town of fucking fantasy,
wish i went to
walk through the filth you will find me there
needle
I wish California without any warning would go and start
what did they put in your drink, chuck?
what did they
Im in the corner of the cockroach cafe a man
I took my dolly of the shelf her teardrops were
dont forget the struggle dont for get the streets
you
do you get what you want?
do you get what you
i got nothing better to do than to shoot some
sleep little one sleep, take comfort in the nights embrace
Today you're gonna be sick so sick
you'll prop your forhead
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oh, it's a town of fucking fantasy, wish i went
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