Don't ask me what your life is for Look around and you'll hear it What you so faithfully ignore Look around and you'll fear it Here is a man in a Styrofoam
(d. defore) I got a lady lives in a home Made entirely of styrofoam Styrofoam fireplace, styrofoam logs Styrofoam cats and styrofoam dogs - break -
Try to wreath the floor Relax, system but have you still I try to come back if I could I'm faking on the weekends Any ex-boyfriends that are on top Have
Well, all's not well but I'm told that it'll all be quite nice You'll be drowned in boots like mafia But your feet will still float like Christ's Well
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Just sitting here looking out Waiting for you to appear around the corner Thinking about what to say if you did But you never do Don?t hate me for my
There are no more races to be run There are no numbers left to be won Everybody's down we pulled each other down There never was a truth to be found
Oh, buttercup ...lives in a cup... She lost her scream In a styrofoam dream And the white horse came To take her away But it stepped on her little toe
Stay with me You're the one that I need You make the hardest things Seem easy Keep my heart Somewhere drugs don't go Where the sunshine slows Always keep
I'm just not Myself today I've been thinking Way too hard My cigarrette Burns down so fast Is nothing permanent? I've been trying To figure out Your love
I'm just not Myself today I've been thinking Way too hard My cigarrette Burns down so fast Is nothing permanent ?! I've been trying To figure out Your
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There are no more races to be run There are no numbers left to be won Everybody's down we pulled each other down There never was a truth to be found We
Like the contents of a cooler My thorax is styrofoam I'm a cheap spent shell And a biohazard Grind me up then mail me away Maybe transmogrified I'll
I try real folling Relax Sixteen are you still I try I come back it's from cool I fade a long weekends Edu exboyfriend when he died Be a long you understood
Well all's not well But I'm told that it'll all be quite nice You'll be drowned in boots like Mafia But your feet will still float like Christ's And I
Estouro de bolha de saba?o Rufem os tambores de brinquedo O palco e de papela?o Alguem fez um samba enredo Vou levar pastel de vento Sanduache de isopor