In 1985
I placed a bet and lied
Losing all that i
Libraries gave us power
then work came and made us
And all the masks I carry on my face
For you
Haven't shaved for days
Keeps the appearance of delay
The luxury of
The beauty and the darkness of your eyes
Feel the beauty
I wonder who you think you are
You damn well think
Askew Road, with charm of napalm
A second home, with love
A deeply obsessive
Suburban militias
Tender and blissful
Classified forever
A
Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with
I am not dead
I demand
I know my rights,
I know my
Been natural
For once in my life
Now I'll have to swallow
Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah
There's a little part of me
There's a little part of
I'm...I'm feeling too awake
I'm...I'm tired of what I see
Everybody's dreaming
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