Lirama

I''d give my television
Away somewhere if I''d stand to
And I''d bury my radio
To my closet if I''d be able to
It''s Sunday, it blows again
In my mind inside my head
I''m slimy and scaly
And I''m feeling myself as

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Violent
But still maybe happy
So wonderfully self-destructive
And sweet
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I''d ask you to sit
If you''d answer with flowers
I smiled when I noticed
That again you got hit against your face
I don''t want to be like this
I was supposed to be number one
I''m slimy and scaly
And I''m feeling myself as

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