Most days I'm burning in a fire
I got a cliché
I need a new distraction
Passing all the days
And I
You're killing time to get around
he's running late with the
Somebody told me Hollywood was slowly burning
so I went with
You're running out of space
I'm running out of things to
I been wasting my days
good and reckless and true
I have
Roll your windows down
summers nearly gone
and only hours stand between
I'm amazed at the state of the misery
seven grades and
Well he's waiting at the bus stop, seven years old
Breathing
Is there somewhere to be
When you're watching TV?
Should
So tell me what it’s really like
When it’s alright but
Desdemona, help yourself
I hear you mourning at the dawn
Desdemona,
You push the pedal but the thing won't go
You try
We got lost on a quiet
Quiet highway road
With 20 years
Well she don't have her momma's hips yet
So she stole
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