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Nov 2015
She's got cool aid in her veins
Neon pouring through the rain
She's a dream I wish I had
A disease I'd rather spread
I've been craving her since the 80's
Like a cowboy gone******* crazy
Climb inside my head, Alison
Let me be your wonderland instead
All these flashing lights
Dancing off your skin
Neon pouring through the rain
She's got cool aid in her veins
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   Cecil Miller and Dead lover
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