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Your cigarette ice cube blew up in my head.
The kids are all tied up and ready for bed.
I never once thought I'd be better off dead.
So why are you running away from me.
I signed all the paper's and filled all the blanks.
I cut out the bad parts with Toby Goodshanks.
I breath in the air that you told me to save.
I'm selling the flowers I grew off your grave.

So 1,000 ice creams for 1,000 dreams.
Respectable, despicable, episcopal cure.
I dried out those pipe dreams and kept them secure.
So why are you running away from me.
Why are you running away from me.

I outsourced the hate a taste I never knew.
Let's visit your parents new place at the zoo.
I don't take no shit and I'll tell you no lie.
Ye touches my stuff and then ye fucking die.

Coletrane...
fuel reactions and fire away at a happy day.
Diphthongs...
a tongue depressors the only tool to remain a fool.

Backyard apartments fill up with my trash.
35 float away on my lash.
I'm playing my music with people I love.
So why are you running away from me.
High kicks and boot licks and fork lifts and porn flicks and vice grips and tulips and mic clips and bull whips and wheelings and dealings and feelings and ceilings and 1,000 ice creams for 1,000 dreams.

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from Senile Pie Strive Pip Melancholy, track released January 1, 2007

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