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The world is my ashtray.


We belong together.
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Tell me that we belong together.
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips.
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.

And rain falls angry on the tin roof.
As we lie awake in my bed.
You're my survival, you're my living proof.
My love is alive, not dead.

I'll be your cryin' shoulder.
I'll be love suicide.
And I'll be better when I'm older.

The greatest fan of your life.

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