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1.13. Let me get high So I can sing to you the blues Crush up poison petals of small town sunflowers Shoot up on toxic threats These are the promises of small town regrets Last time I overdosed I was became president of Club 27 Contraband upsells *** seduced kills Been craving the bitter temptations Got caught a few times stealing prescriptions To trade for cheap trills I was getting my fix on the worlds crazy pills Smashing mirrors mirrors on the wall Who’s the fairest ***** of them all? These are the lies that lie between you and I I wanna be your girl Just don’t give me a name Call me nothing at all I seek and I see a blind humanity Pulling the trigger on overpriced Silver bullets Dead ringers with no dreams they can say they had on there own Taking out loans to get you to sleep when your all alone All your secrets I see In the crack of my looking glass Everyday I get more and more outta place Trying to maintain my social rank Trying to afford these sinister ways Maybe just maybe one day I’ll be a good woman I’ll learn to behave
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
Killing Small Town Sunflowers 1.13.
1.13. Let me get high So I can sing to you the blues Crush up poison petals of small town sunflowers Shoot up on toxic threats These are the promises of small town regrets Last time I overdosed I was became president of Club 27 Contraband upsells *** seduced kills Been craving the bitter temptations Got caught a few times stealing prescriptions To trade for cheap trills I was getting my fix on the worlds crazy pills Smashing mirrors mirrors on the wall Who’s the fairest ***** of them all? These are the lies that lie between you and I I wanna be your girl Just don’t give me a name Call me nothing at all I seek and I see a blind humanity Pulling the trigger on overpriced Silver bullets Dead ringers with no dreams they can say they had on there own Taking out loans to get you to sleep when your all alone All your secrets I see In the crack of my looking glass Everyday I get more and more outta place Trying to maintain my social rank Trying to afford these sinister ways Maybe just maybe one day I’ll be a good woman I’ll learn to behave
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
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