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I woke up undressed by the side of your bed The ghost of my love by your miswired head Sunshiny milk swallowed down to my throat I'm sorry to say but you know I must go No, nothing can stop me No, nothing is real I bent all your kisses until they could feel The sweat of my heart boiling down to my lungs A danger to you with my new shiny gun And Pow! Pow! I love you Pow! Pow! It's true I'm fucked in the head but you know I love you I'd starve up my body I'd break down my food I'd carry a baby of music and booze And Pow! Pow! I love you Pow! Pow! It's true I'm fucked in the head but you know I love you I'd starve up my body I'd break down my food I'd carry a baby of music and booze I look to the sky where the moon's hanging low The city in shambles and still it keeps glow Upon your young head and a young minded race I'd kill for a war if it killed for a taste Of truth beyond measure Of truth beyond fear The end, she is coming, yeah The end, she is near A womb filled of sorrow A womb filled of doubt I'd like to find sun but there's clouds all around And Pow! Pow! I love you Pow! Pow! It's true I'm fucked in the head but you know I love you I'd starve up my body I'd break down my food I'd carry a baby of music and booze And Pow! Pow! I love you Pow! Pow! It's true I'm fucked in the head but you know I love you I'd starve up my body I'd break down my food I'd carry a baby of music and booze Woke up undressed by the side of your bed The ghost of my love by your miswired head Sunshiny milk swallowed down to my throat I'm sorry to say but you know I must go
Writer(s): Roy Alan Gnan, Ciscandra Nostalghia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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