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She smells like vanilla
Her momīs from Manilla
It is dark and you walk down the street
Youīre propped full of dope
Feel like Julian Cope
And you wanna go someplace to eat
She talks, you donīt listen
Something ībout her sisters
It is fall and the trees have turned red
And you donīt like her looks
And she doesnīt read books
And sometimes you just wish she was dead
You just donīt love her anymore
Thereīs no after, no before
There is no sunshine in a fog
And love is a place where dog eat dog
So you start to ignore her
Like all the girls before her
And you hope she will leave by herself
But youīre stuck in a spiral
And fear is your rival
He shows up when youīre by yourself
So you worry and weep
ītil you doze off to sleep
And you dream about her face in the sky
But you canīt make a sound
And youīre stuck to the ground
īcause even in dreams you canīt fly
You just donīt love her anymore...
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