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A walk like a burned out porn star
With aching feet for a car
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star
Makes me appreciate how the little things are

But crossing a road isn't easily told
To a young has-been centerfold
Labelled a winner's episode

Yeah, I'm really clean if you know what I mean
Except for this recurring dream
Of losing total feeling
While the windmill's squealing
The windmill's squealing

I paint to kill the dead saints
I paint to make it clear
My colors run in blue and gray
But they give hope to someone dear

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2AM lovesick
With a walking pneumonia drumkick
And this candle doens't have a wick
But I'm really not that scared
No, I'm not that scared

A walk like a burned out porn star
With aching feet for a car
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star
Makes me appreciate how the little things are
A walk like a burned out porn star    With aching feet for a car    My buddy had a baby with a girl named star    Makes me appreciate how the little things are       But crossing a road isn't easily told    To a young has-been centerfold    Labelled a winner's episode       Yeah, I'm really clean if you know what I mean    Except for this recurring dream    Of losing total feeling    While the windmill's squealing    The windmill's squealing       I paint to kill the dead saints    I paint to make it clear    My colors run in blue and gray    But they give hope to someone dear       Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2AM lovesick    With a walking pneumonia drumkick    And this candle doens't have a wick    But I'm really not that scared    No, I'm not that scared       A walk like a burned out porn star    With aching feet for a car    My buddy had a baby with a girl named star    Makes me appreciate how the little things are