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Bloodstains on faded pictures
And it comes in waves
As the shouts turn into whispers
Thoughts keep running through her brain
Make the pounding in her heart beat quicker
Says it all comes down to the run-around
And as a book slips in her fingers
Says I donât really think the drugs they ve got can pull it off
So Iâm gonna sell my blood to a man I met in Simonâs Rock
Heâs got a plan to put me in a diamond top
And make a grand playin geriatric glam nostalgia rock
Shaken to the core
Breaks in the door
Makes out twenty-five laying on the floor
All praying to the Lord
But the prayingâs ignored
Saying that they shouldâve been praying before
And he wonât
And woke that night to the rains of nuclear war and
And she said oh my soulâs gotten cold and lost
And Iâm throwing it out
Oh, wonât you go
Make the most of a bad existence
âCause youâre so much older than she ever planned to live with
And she says: Everybody knows the difference
Between right to try and a life of lies
And if you go the distance, go the distance
Iâll fall behind
Eighteen with a sex addiction
And he states his dreams in written online erotica fiction
Accounts of places he ainât been
About relationships and vision
Types: Tomorrow nightâs been a long time coming
If theyâd have only listened
Shaking in the night, wakes and he writes
Twenty-five ways you can waste your life
Says he takes what he likes
Breaks with the light
Makes for Boston with his fate decided
Says he prays that every thoughtâs been pre-assigned to him
âCause itâs blinding to know
Oh my soulâs gotten cold and lost
And Iâm throwing it out
Oh, wonât you go
Make the most of a bad existence
âCause youâre so much older than she ever planned to live with
And she says: Everybody knows the difference
Between right to try and a life of lies
And if you go the distance, go the distance
Iâll fall behind
I ll fall behind