She must've been 16 or 18.

She's only 18, don't like the Rolling Stones; she took the shortcut to being fully grown. She's got that mood ring, a little sister rose; the smell of Springsteen, a pair of pantyhose. The talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette; she said "my man, you know it's time you get your fingers wet". The last I heard from you, you were screaming "handle it". Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head; the book of love will long be laughing after you are dead. Fascinated by the look of you and what was said; make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed.

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Staring at the sea, staring at the sand.

My shadow side so amplified, keeps coming back dissatisfied; elementary, son, but it's so. My love affair with everywhere was innocent, why do you care? Someone start the car, time to go. You're the best I know. My sunny side has up and died, I'm betting that when we collide the universe will shift into a low. The travesties that we have seen are treating me like Benzedrine; automatic laughter from a pro. My, what a good day for a walk outside; I'd like to get to know you a little better, baby; God knows that I really tried. My, what a good day for a take out bride; I'd like to say we did it for the better of. I saw you there so unaware, those hummingbirds all in your hair; elementary, son, but it's so. I thought about it and I brought it out; I'm motivated by the lack of doubt, I'm consecrated but I'm not devout. The mother, the father, the daughter, yeah. Right on the verge, just one more dose, I'm traveling from coast to coast. My theory isn't perfect, but it's close. I'm almost there, why should I care? My heart is hurting when I share someone open up and let it show. You don't form in the wet sand, You don't form at all. You don't form in the wet sand, I do.

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All cats are grey in the dark.

It's always half and half, I'm happy and I'm sad, everything that's beautiful always kills me too, the highest I get up is the deepest I get down. You're up there with your life; that's why I gotta shout, shout. And then gotta shout, shout. Blues for Meister; you, sweet little thing. Blues for Meister, I'm so sad I gotta sing. A cozy little kitty up, sittin' on the couch. Oh, kitty cat, oh, baby; I really miss you now. Well, have some respect for my cat; she got squashed by the wheel
of a Cadillac.

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Just like a dream.

Leaving town, I found a flower that I could deserve. Someone moves and someone's bound to get their feelings hurt. I'm loving you, you're out of range; wanted you, you're out of range. As I walked out into a world, I feel a sudden chill; I was bleeding, put it good onto a daffodil. Loving you, you're out of range; wanted to, you're out of range. I don't want too much more than to be reborn in the morning; reborn, so I can feel you. The thorns are blooming with ya, I feel you. I have your number and I dialed it up a hundred times; barely there, your voice is crackin' up across state lines. Loving you, you're out of range; wanted you, you're out of range. Skies of ecstacy we're breaking; well, I do believe the tears of God were falling down upon my swollen cheeks. I know it hurts when it's taken away.
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Entrada vieja. Entre nos, esa foto me hace extrañar un poquito el verano. Pero shh, no digan nada (:

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How many special people.

I love all of you, hurt by the cold, so hard and lonely too, when you don't know yourself. My friends are so distressed, and standing on the brink of emptiness; No words I know of to express this emptiness. Imagine me, taught by tragedy, release is peace; I heard a little girl and what she said was something beautiful: "to give your love, no matter what".

Oh! It's a plastic passion.

Smoke surrounds your perfect face and I'm falling, pushing a broom out into a space; and this where I find a way. The stadium arcadium, a mirror to the moon. Well, I'm forming and I'm warming; state of the art, until the clouds come crashing. Stranger things have happened, both before and after noon; Well, I'm forming and I'm warming, pushin' myself and no, I don't mind asking now. Alone inside my forest room and it's storming, I never thought I'd be in bloom; but this is where I start. Derelict days and the stereo plays for the all night crowd, that it cannot phase and I'm calling. Tedious weeds that the media breeds, but the animal gets what the animal needs, and I'm sorry.

Don't let me fall, I'll break.

Porcelain, are you wasting away in your skin? Are you missing the love of your kin? Drifting and floating and fading away. Porcelain, do you smell like a girl when you smile? Can you bear not to share with your child? Drifting and floating and fading away. Little lune, all day, little lune. Porcelain, do you carry the moon in your womb? Someone said that you're fading too soon. Drifting and floating and fading away. Porcelain, are you wasting away in your skin? Are you missing the love of your kin? Nodding and melting and fading away. Little lune, all day, little lune.

Twenty years of snow.

Come to decide that the things that I tried were in my life just to get high on. When I sit alone, come get a little known, but I need more than myself this time. Step from the road to the sea to the sky, and I do believe that we rely on. When I lay it on, come get to play it on. All my life to sacrifice. Hey oh, listen what I say. When will I know that I really can't go. To the well once more time to decide on. Well it's killing me, when will I really see, all that I need to look inside. Come to belive that I better not leave before I get my chance to ride. Well, it's killing me, what do I really need. All that I need to look inside. Hey oh, listen what I say. The more I see the less I know, the more I like to let it go. Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow. Finally divided by a word so undecided and there's nowhere to go; Inbetween the cover of another perfect wonder and it's so white as snow. Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there's nowhere to go.