plastic
bags and magazines
silly faces
fucked up dreams
yellow slippers and blue jeans
it's crazy
plastic bags and magazines
silly faces
fucked up dreams
they can't put my soul at ease
it's crazy
swallowed by the city lights
gulped down by those endless nights
strangers mingling with my mind
ears are deaf, eyes are blind
let me rest a while
dont give me that phony smile
give it up
close the file
just let me breathe
plastic bags and magazines
drugged, cold,
comatose narcoleptic, overdosed
baby dont you get too close
iI just cant stand it
let me rest a while
dont give me that phony smile
give it up and close the file
sunset in my eyes
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