the dust from a fourthe goldall over the floor and your brown legs you stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight
whose eyes had no reason to fall
you led no clelibate life no skirt while chemicals danced on your head
remember the girls in the middle are always the first to fall off because of your struggle to make them
their taste for your past time is fading
all of the dregs in the crowd you barely recall
you'll learn to live like a mouse, you led no clelibate life no skirt while chemicals danced on your head
you stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonightsearching the cracks in the floor to remember.
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