Somewhere, outside
There are tricks, and evil
Holler, downstairs
While I drive
I want to watch you buttercup coming through the fog
Dying of boredom
I’ll try it all
Sixteen, olive
Bound by a voice
I don’t want to go but I want it well at least you fucking care
Dying of boredom
I’ll try it all
I’ll be faint
Like a crook
It looks and feels great but look at what It’s doing to you
But that’s ok look at how it feels
Dying of boredom
I’ll try it all
I’ll be faint
Like a crook
It looks and feels great but look at what It’s doing to you
But that’s ok look at how it feels
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