| I got the last love letter of Louie the Louie
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| A self portrait of a foot
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| In my teenage bedroom got a hanging daydreaming
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| Piss school of young and
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| It seams of desire my revolution past
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| I study on my books but I sat on my ass
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| The second half of life is where you’re buying all the things
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| That remind you of your menial days
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| But it helps to keep the black dogs at bay
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| It helps to keep that armour stay
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| Addiction and memory are mostly spare?
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| Constant synapses and here’s it’s warning
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| Don’t bother see the butterflies
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| A fallen little baby
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| I found her ?? |
| on a fence
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| But I can’t remember her name
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| Swallowed the life that I shouldn’t
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| The interesting lives of
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| The tales of
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| The sunday spells of
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| Bye, bye, bye
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| On a lighthouse windowsill ?? |
| broken bottles
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| Everything is still seventies brown
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| Life is measured by the last one who hurls
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| ?? |
| grocers daughter
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| Slobbered ?? |
| daughter
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| Makes a sad vision of camera
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| Awful optic case
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| About to lay her embrace
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| Versus the magical child
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| I’m only hell, but how’s your heart?
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| Only a love will tear you apart
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| A soldier’s body in pastry
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| To find the baby laying and it’s never enough
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| In my eye I hear
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| you can’t with a hair
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| I never get too annoyed
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| I wonder where I
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| Wonder what I’m supposed to be
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| Famous for a perfect baby
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| It’s crystal bad for me
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| The hungry of
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| The fluffy boys of
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| The rainy Wednesday of
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| Bye, bye, bye
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| These are the confessions of a daydream
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| But really it’s just nothing
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| Envelope? |
| nothing
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| It’s some type of nothing |