On this cold avenue of lights
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the reds and greens but mostly reds
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for you he's stopping
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In seeing him she knows him less
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his stick is wet she's half undressed
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and all in all they're both obsessed
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with so much nothing
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I know it's hard for you to see
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what lies behind's a mystery
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if words could speak they'd mean even less
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when the king is half undressed
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She dots her eyes with a smiley face
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a work of art in all but taste
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the fool deserves the bed he's made
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where idiots slumber
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divine she is to aire his fate
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a crack of smile
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through all this hate
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means nothing more in this nervous state
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of so much nothing
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I know it's hard for you to see
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The truth behind is misery
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if words could speak they'd mean even less
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When the king is half undressed
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Blue Autumns
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Sunshine Kisses
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Hearts and Flowers
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Broken Wishes
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The King Is Half-Undressed
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| Jellyfish |
