Thursday, March 22, 2012
i'll come down to get you high or maybe sing you a lullaby
sing you to sleep a sleep you'll never wake from sing you to coma so to speak
and when i fall down i'll fall apart trade in my bike for a shopping cart
and beg change from a world that needs some like i need someone
so where are you my little needle? the stack's been burned away
but i'm so inebriated that i cannot see three feet in front of me
between the moon and you lunacy is setting in
lately i've been feeling dead inside like my guts have dried up and died
but every night i water them back to life yeah every night i water them back to life
and when i fall down i'll fall apart trade in my bike for a shopping cart
and beg change from a world that needs some i'm tired of sleeping alone
so where are you my little needle? the stack's been burned away
but i'm so inebriated that i cannot see three feet in front of me
between the moon and you lunacy is setting in
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