there's no such thing as young
they just treat us wrong
i
take me for chinese food at midnight
we’ve got transfer tattoos
why don't you shut up
we like this fucked up
i'd call
hello tiger you're a wonderful star
your bikini isn't tiger fur
i
making red flares, solar boy
living in a hollowed out asteroid,
it's a hometown mudslide
so get a grip on your tremelo
it's
down we go, who lives inside this home?
golden chords, plastic
i`ve been here before
you`ve got a plastic ashtray
i want you
hey joe have i got a story to tell
hope this
you've got the a song
you've got to bleed now
we're psyched
this is a song about war films
how does it feel
these flakes are lined with velvet
the air is much too
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