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Texty: Beck. Bonfire Blondes.

I'm so weary of taking up space
Sending junk mail to the whole human race
Stole my genome from the salt of the earth
Weighed my brain for to see what it's worth
Lights out, they're throwing blondes at the bonfire
Beauty's burning but my backbone feels so cold

Little girl with the protean hands
White lightning that she got from Japan
Fingernails on the tasergun
Mannequins just melt in the sun
Say hello, they're throwing blondes at the bonfire
Plastic melts, but souls only wear away

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Now the bonfire's burning my face
Generic rails that I like to deface
Landladies turn to pillars of salt
Like missile silos where the alpha males go
Bombs away, they're throwing blondes at the bonfire
From the ashes, all that's left is a heart of stone

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