Your pussys glued to a building on fire
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I paint my mind just cuz I'm alive
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If you see me roaming the hillside
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Won't you come along?
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You paint your eyes
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Mine are in the sky
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No worldly word I could say could be golden
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The smile on my face isn't always real
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But the way you make me feel is all that's really real
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You little duck house
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Your Pussy's Glued To A Building On Fire
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| John Frusciante |
