| my technicolor lover


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| good lord..
crazy times in naples

trippin tristan.. |
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| do you really want this
or are you playing a game
pick and choose
cuz' i won't be you're middle girl |
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| she will search this place for demons |
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| flashing lights and thumping bass
your hair is always in your face
tell me why oh why
can't i?
where have you gone my technicolor lover?
fuck you and your differences
i dont even have anything to say to you anymore
last year it was all so easy
so easy
nothing mattered
but now everything needs a reason and a rhyme
what the fuck have we all become
just empty shells of what we once were
oh my sparkling eyed angel
what have you done?

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