one of her babies is rotting in the sun
and the
i imagined nick valensi wrapped his long, long arms around
A is for apple
B is for butt
C is for
the boat that we're sailing on can't stop in town
'cause
there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream
the
there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream
the
the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of
is new york city really like a graveyard they all
there are my specs
the ones I've been looking for
I threw
eyes like omens i've been told
and friends are found when
have you ever been swindled by a swindler who lies
'cause
my heart is on my sleeve my head is in
silver pink ponies flying over me
you may feel strange, well,
it seemed like everyone i knew was dying
i looked in
flying, sailing, dying, same thing
when you get to heaven find
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