| Yeah I sit beneath a plaster moon
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| Puff puff pass the gloom and watch the ashes bloom
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| Black balloons float above me singing saddest tunes
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| Like no one loves me but that can’t be true
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| I never show my ugly attributes, I’d rather choose
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| To expose my sunny plastic moods, so after you
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| I know that crummy sulken frumpy, oh-so-grumpy attitude
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| Over something nobody can have but you
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| You’re such a mess
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| And plus your nose is bloody
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| Does anybody ever really want to know why I
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| Always leave the party when we say bye-bye
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| With a cyanide taste and a mai tai chase
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| And another trail of blood when the pipeline breaks
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| And she’s always got to listen to the rhythm of the wicked
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| When I give her my attention try to fix it but the fix is
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| Just a little bigger litter better little more to benefit
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| An addict when I can’t afford the habit that you chose
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| Yea you wait in line to take a line
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| A powdered nose and some make-up might erase the strife
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| So take your time wait until you taste the sky
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| To take your flight cloudy headed let it fade to white
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| I’d wake up night after night after night
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| While you’d take another line after line after line
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| Little little lovable drift into this puff of smoke
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| Something so innocent is getting into such a hole
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| Yea you huff and blow to huff some blow
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| Lovely Snow White why’d I find your touch so cold
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| You look so comfortable but pretty with your bloody nose
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| And you’re still thinking that nobody knows
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| You’re such a mess
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| Sleep back to back in the shape of a butterfly
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| Another sign that it’s time to tell my lover bye |