The cash machine is blue and green
For a hundred in
I sincerely miss those heavy metal bands
I used to go
I am an American aquarium drinker
I assassin down the avenue
I'm
I need a camera, to my eye
To my eye, remindin'
Which
It's my father's voice dreaming of
Sailors sailing off in the
Crazy rides rockets
Who has a magic wand
Empty out your pockets
Words
Cheer up honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong
How can I convince you it's me I don't like?
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