twilight's million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles.
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young love's clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves.
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the birds keep on singing from the tops of trees,
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but the song's out of tune that drips from the breeze.
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there's a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head.
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look out!
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look out!
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for diamonds sparkling where the trap doors swing into the bottom
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of a cold misery full of insults to add to your collection,
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parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea.
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look out!
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look out!
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for sirens dancing where the nooses swing from gutted branches
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of your fantasies full of insults falling from your ceiling,
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motels where you're fucking without feeling, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea.
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fake leaves shake like deceit on your tongue.
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desperate mothers devoured by young.
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hold on to love you learned to despise like an ocean choking on its own tide.
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there's a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams.
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look out!
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look out!
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the dull years drag the best days of your life through asphalt
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and glass while summer's favorite fathers birthing next year's deadbeat dads.
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let's tack up another eviction note to matrimony's throbbing throat
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stuffed with songs from a synthetic past,
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silver clouds and artifacts full of insults to add to your collection,
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parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea.
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Johnny Ripper
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| The Blood Brothers |
