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Is it keeping you from sleep?
Would you give anything just to be,
That starving girl in that magazine,
She killed the innocence in you, so silently,
And this, this is my plea,
For you to turn that page,
And accept your face,
For what it is,
That's minimum make-up mentality,
yeah right.
My girl likes Wavves, she likes Cassino and Ocean,
I cringe at the very thought of her beauty and emotion,
Spill my guts onto this stage, so I'm still entrail throwin,
I buried my love for Amber I just couldn't keep it showin
I am
Emotionless, emotionless,
this is our disease,
girls from my hometown
Will put you on your knees
and keep swingin.
She'll swing away,
She'll pry your chest apart,
No matter what you say,
My girl likes Washed Out, warm baths and cold wine,
I study her at night, evaluate her design,
She's always late, but fuck it, I'm still on time,
She always makes me wait,
I think thats what I like.
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