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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT STEER-ING THROUGH THE GOLD,
WIN-NING EV-ERY PRIZE WHILE THE UN-IVERSE GROWS COLD.
MOD-ERN LOVE IS CRU-EL,
FUCK IT WHAT-EV-ER WE SAY,
SIL-VER JEW-EL-RY SHIN-ING AS THE COL-ORS FADE A-WAY!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
FLOP-PY HAIR AND CAD-BU-RY,
WOUNDS ARE HEAL-ING FAST,
CAR SEAT LEATH-ER VOID WHERE NOTH-ING REAL-LY LASTS.
Amara vara Mara vara CY-NI-CAL PANE,
HEART FOR-EV-ER BLEED-ING IN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW, YACHT ROCK MU-SIC TASTE AS WE RUN THE SHOW!
SPIL-LING ALL OUR GUTS WHILE WE SE-CURE THE BAG,
TOP-THIR-TY LEA-DER-BOARD WAV-ING THE FLAG!
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
A MIL-LION TIMES BET-TER UN-DER DEAD AND emp-ty SKIES.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE NI-HIL-IST STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.
(shh, tiguidou)