You smell like marijuana
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Beauty of the quarter
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Picked you up drunk from the bar
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What's next for us
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We don't know x
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But the memory melts like foam
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In a motel bathroom
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You smell like marijuana
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Beauty of the quarter
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Picked you up drunk from the bar
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What's next for us
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We don't know x
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But the memory melts like foam
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In the sunset-little window, she's like Niagara
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Uncomfortable, however, that until tomorrow only next to me
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Met on the block among the blocks in the web of arches
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You're already waiting without packaging, I'm not a gift either.
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You're so bright, a nightmare for an epileptic
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Give me to the doctors, because I went crazy along the way
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I twisted the valve in my head and did not even notice
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Turned maieutics into a panopticon in a second (Hey)
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I develop the flag or like a child
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Sun glare burns our faces from closed windows
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The city is a cold cocoon, but together we are not alone here
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The world is microscopic, we are burned by a curious eye
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The area will collapse over the years - a house of cards
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We are sober in oblivion, while the gods doze in a coma
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Somewhere there, in a sock, a piece of happiness, at least not Harry and Dobby
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You will always find me on the block without calling the number
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And we burn burn burn
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Sparks among the ruins
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And every look is unique, but
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There is no love in this world
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You smell like marijuana
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Beauty of the quarter
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Picked you up drunk from the bar
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What's next for us
|
We don't know x
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But the memory melts like foam
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In a motel bathroom
|
You smell like marijuana
|
Beauty of the quarter
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Picked you up drunk from the bar
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What's next for us
|
We don't know x
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But the memory melts like foam
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Hotel bathroom
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Blood on blue velvet
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No more strength
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We are connected with you
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Don't stop
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What can you give me
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Except the bitter truth
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Sedan turn
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At 105 glare
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You smell like marijuana
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Beauty of the quarter
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Picked you up drunk from the bar
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What's next for us
|
We don't know x
|
But the memory melts like foam
|
In a motel bathroom
|
You smell like marijuana
|
Beauty of the quarter
|
Picked you up drunk from the bar
|
What's next for us
|
We don't know x
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But the memory melts like foam |