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doesn't get better

oh what a weight i am
oh what a waste i am

How do your pistol and your Bible and your sleeping pills go?
Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?
Well, I fell in love with your sailor's mouth and your wounded eyes
You better get down on the floor, don't you know this is war
Tell me who are you this time?

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GIVE HIM AN INCH, HE TAKES A YARD

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TO DESIRE TO HAVE MUCH MORE, ALL THE GLITTER AND THE ROAR

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THERE'S RUIN IN MY NAME, I WISH I NEVER GOT OFF THE TRAIN

sad

Habeus Corpus Christie, spit your teeth out in the sink
Look around you, Polynesia's painted black with India ink
Through a mother's eyes, you exercise your right to make amends
Glass in your hands, from turning sands over themselves again

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