Beck Lyrics Ipsum
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A mouthfull of rotting cavities and a hundred-dollar bill and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and i broke out in a rash and i'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong and it's flamin' like a steak and my bags are waiting in the next life and my instincts poisoned and on top of the ferris wheel and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and they were singing like this and those videos are better than love as you're biting my sandwich.
A final curse a parasite's appetite a soft and snuggly place a sparkle in the night against the howling wind ah yea, fake it 'til you make it airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all a mirage gone bad? all my days i had moldy bread all the jewels in heaven ammunition souls shooting and her rags were burning and i don't want to be funny and i just started wanting to punch your face, and i know i'm gonna steal her eye and i've been lookin' for a good time and on the day you said it's true and pound you out of my head and storms up above and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid and there's weight-loss pills and they're helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing arabian nights at the service station automatic bzooty.
'cause only you got a thing that i just got to get with alcohol leavin' me dry all of my feelings alright and all the streets, they reek of tropical charms and blasting his tv back at me and chained to the walls and everyone's kissing their own hands and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and i am not a bone and i know i'm gonna make her die and i learn it again and i saw at once and i smoked a lot of heroin and i stomped and i stormed and i threw it away and i'm lowering all my disappointments and my clothes are starting to shrink and put your skeletons in jail. and she got's the soul and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake and the backwater's calling your name and the love that is breathin' and the tongues will burn in vain and there ain't nothin' like the real artificial and you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing and you've taken for granted and your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night at least one half of the double life you lead..
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A final curse a parasite's appetite a soft and snuggly place a sparkle in the night against the howling wind ah yea, fake it 'til you make it airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all a mirage gone bad? all my days i had moldy bread all the jewels in heaven ammunition souls shooting and her rags were burning and i don't want to be funny and i just started wanting to punch your face, and i know i'm gonna steal her eye and i've been lookin' for a good time and on the day you said it's true and pound you out of my head and storms up above and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid and there's weight-loss pills and they're helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing arabian nights at the service station automatic bzooty.
'cause only you got a thing that i just got to get with alcohol leavin' me dry all of my feelings alright and all the streets, they reek of tropical charms and blasting his tv back at me and chained to the walls and everyone's kissing their own hands and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and i am not a bone and i know i'm gonna make her die and i learn it again and i saw at once and i smoked a lot of heroin and i stomped and i stormed and i threw it away and i'm lowering all my disappointments and my clothes are starting to shrink and put your skeletons in jail. and she got's the soul and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake and the backwater's calling your name and the love that is breathin' and the tongues will burn in vain and there ain't nothin' like the real artificial and you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing and you've taken for granted and your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night at least one half of the double life you lead..