this telepathic hangover gnaws the nipples off my neck.
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well, when you suck off those machine guns, mister, what do you expect?
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i crawled through 60,000 yards of carnival graveyards,
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witches with obscene riches chasing my mirage.
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i'm the unicorn with tar teeth chewing spandex nightmares.
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my spine's a limousine that drives all night but never goes anywhere.
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if i sang instead of screamed when you crushed me with your corvette
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would you sell your jet for a microphone and record the opera of deathbeds?
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stare into the gruesome lights all night and never see a fucking thing.
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count weddings on our fingertips and wonder why our love's so cheap.
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vegas, you're my dream unicorn.
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summer dress, so apocalyptic.
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in glossy treetops teens clap while they kiss.
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in neon pastures pin-ups hook to your chest.
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out on the streets at night the money's well spent.
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and pissed-off babies turn to pissed-off children.
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You're The Dream, Unicorn!
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| The Blood Brothers |
