Her bleached white peroxide hair
In the carbon monoxide air
All the trees have been taken away
And the streets all look just like LA
Ran out of Novocain
Now everything feels the same
No puncture no pain
No oxygen stain
And it’s driving me insane
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And I’m leaving
in the whispered hit parade
And I’m leaving
in the whispered hit parade
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Stuck somewhere in between
A traffic light yellow then green
There’s sugar coated bullets
Strewn across the dance floor
I can’t take no more
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And I’m leaving
in the whispered hit parade
And I’m leaving
in the whispered hit parade
And I’m leaving
And I’m leaving
in the whispered hit parade
And I’m leaving
in the whispered hit parade
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