Now her paints are dry... And I looked outside... At the corner
boys... Ayh, oh, where did you go? I don`t know.
I went to see your pictures... I spread them across the floor... So
this is where they are shown... Now they`re probably saying to you, If you
keep it up you`ll be born. But you won`t ever listen, I`ll bet...
Burnt out, grass scorched by the sun. The buildings remain. We will
beat them all to dust, I`ll bet...
Pulled from a headless shell that blinked on and off, Hotel. no
w the
nameless dwell. They hold your key and turn your know, I`ll bet...
Will you say hello to my ma? Will you pay a visit to her? She was an
artist, just as you were. I`d have introduced you to her. She would take me
out on Sundays. We`d go laughing through the garbage. She repaired legs like
a doctor on the kitchen chairs we sat on. She was unhappy, just as you were.
Unhappy, just as you were. Unhappy, just as you were. Unhappy, just as you
were...
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