This flower is scorchedThis film is onOn a maddening loop.These clothes,These clothes don`t fit us rightI`m to blameIt`s all the sameIt`s all the sameYou come to me with a bone in your handYou come to me with your hair curled tightYou come to me with positionsYou come to me with excusesDucked out in a rowYou wear me outYou wear me outWe`ve been through fake-a-breakdownSelf hurtPlastics, collections Self help, self pain,EST, psychics, fuck allI was centralI had controlI lost my headI need thisI need thisA paper weight, junk garageWinter rain, a honey potCrazy, all the lovers have been tagged.A hotline, a wanted adIt`s crazy what you could`ve hadIt`s crazy what you could`ve hadIt`s crazy what you could`ve hadI need thisI need this
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