With your bright yellow gun, You own the sun
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And I think I need a little poison
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To keep me tame Keep me awake
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I have nothing to offer but confusion
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And the circus in my head, And the middle of the bed
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In the middle of the night
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With your bright silver frown, You own the town
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And I think I need a little poison
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I have no secrets I have no lies
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I have nothing to offer but the middle of the night
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And I think you need a little poison
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You leak one apple a week to survive
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And you still have to ask if you're alive
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You have nothing to offer but police my dreams
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Keep me clean Keep me awake
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With your bright yellow gun, You own the sun
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And I think I need a little poison
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With your bright silver grin, You own sin
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And I think I need a little poison
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Bright yellow gun
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Bright Yellow Gun
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| Throwing Muses |
