She got nothing
But she's waiting at the candy store
She got
You play the game
Ill masturbate and sing a lullaby
You did not call but she was home.
You left while
Oh God, it's raining
But I'm not complaining
It's filling me up
With
Your car passed my street today but no one was
Killer wake in the evening
Killer walk outside
When she comes divided
She
Jimmy was a stimulator
He was a high flying stimulator
Jimmy was
You were dressed up at the ball
They expected us to
Daddy's got the picture
Daddy's got the key
Daddy's got the mag
Naked
When I'm alone the world's at bay.
Keeping them still as
Consequential angels.
Sentimental halos.
Tend to always be all the same.
Disappe
I'm waking up so fast
To see myself staring back at
You seem sad, but you're telling lies
Getting lost in the
She waits for a date
And yet she knows that he's
Where's your man
He's lost and gone again
What is your name?
The
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