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Cant say that it's great to be back
When all the lavender in my back yard is either dull or black
Hole in the sky with my sun glasses on
Guess the only conclusion is in song
Someones gone never knew they were there
Hopeless with stuff like that, dont even know the smell of hair
Trying to find a positive space
Pick up receiver and someones father says:
"Can't you see youre nobody"
Such a sickened anti-grace when theres always someone, or something stingin you in the face
Black comedies always going too far and this ones pushing me to burn this wretched guitar
Straight to the city of folded arms I cant be bothered to siphon out its charms
Inanimate objects to communicate, strum up and down and it tells me that:
"This is free, is it really, cause cant you see, youre nobody"
Youre nobody