A young girl
With her arm outstretched
She saw everything
And my heart
I'm fishing for Lisa
Like a meeting in the water
Lost I
I'm not addicted any more
I feel so good, I want
Well plastic bullets scratch my face
And broken nails scratch
You seem so nervous and so natural to me
As a
I feel it closing out
The tunnel's getting smaller and I'm
Maybe you'll answer, maybe you won't
So I keep on
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