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Mar 2012
You've gone slack
You stare in your compact
Putting lipstick on
You feel you've won
On the run
When he wakes up alone
He's gonna call you on the phone
He's gonna get the busy tone
Cause youre tryin to talk down your middleman
On the high and heavy price
You say you feel hungry
But that's your nerves running
With your arm out the window
The radio waves come to stay
In the antenna of your brain
Daughter of a prison gaurd
Trying to act hard
JL
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JL  United States
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