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Mirror Mirror on the wall whose
the fairest of them all?
I don't I don't really care y'know
I don't I don't really care
I don't I don't really care
Like it's not important at all
You made the rules
You wrote the script out
Don't blame me when you fuckin lose
DON'T put the blame on me
You try to make me crazy
You try to make me scared
You try to make me crazy
I think yr a fucking drag
You are yr own worst enemy
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If you see me
If you see me
Just go away
Just go away
If I run
If I run
Don't follow me
Just go away
Cuz I like you
But baby it's all wrong
If I run don't you think
You know what I want
It feels good
It feels good
It's all wrong
It's all wrong
It feels so good
It must be wrong
It feels so good
It must be wrong
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ain't got no more
no more candy for you
i'm not yr rocket ship
or yr motor boat
yr movie set
or yr cartoon show
not yr fucking VCR
not yr avante gard postcard idea
i'm not yr oilwell
i'm not yr blood bank
i'm not yr bulletproof vest
or yr visa card
i ain't got no candy for you
i said i'm not yr vacation spot
i'm not yr footnote freakshow
or yr latest cause
i'm not yr view to a kill
i'm not yr background tune
i'm not that nutty story
that yr neighbours have been telling you
i ain't got no candy for you
i said i'm not yr oilwell
i'm not yr dimestore novel
or yr prison cell
i ain't got no candy for you
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determined by many
determined by many
determined by many
determined by many
determined by many separations,
so controlling and understated,
determined today by those of us
who refuse to conquer hesitation
i don't see anything else in this room,
i don't think so
uh oh, oh oh
you're already 22
don't waste yr life in school
you could go back anytime
and i want to see you on tour
determined by many situations,
seemingly random considerations
determined tonight by those of
you who decide to do more than
just sit on the floor
i don't see anything else in this room
i don't see you, no not at all
i'm walking down the street
i'm skating to the show
i wanna see your band play
but there's no one here i know
determined by many separations
so controlling and understated
determinded today by those of us
who refuse to conquer hesitation
i don't see anything else in this room
to prove me wrong.
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On a point in time-present undefined
And it's getting cold outside
Situation statical-for reasons you don't know
Just short of indecision
And it's getting cold outside
And it's getting cold outside
For you own trepidation
Refer to new perspexion
See yourself as others see you
in reverse red can appear blue
wanna go outside
Don't you wanna go outside
Been stuck inside your room
so stranded-like and full of doom
all year
Time out for good behavior
adds up to what you want it to
what you wanna, what you
wanna do.
What informs a motivation-
casual or obligation-factitious circumstance
suspending all your future plans
wait for you outside.
If this false started motion
believes its own propulsion
tran-sending space and time,
then I'll wait for you outside
then I'll wait for you outside
Been so long since I've seen you
so much has changed, you sound the same
We're meeting at this place I wanna see you,
see your face again
We're all waiting, we're all waiting here.
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i cant say everything about it
in just one single song
i cant put how i feel in a package
and sell it back to everyone
but wait
theres another boy genius whose fucking gone
i hope the food tasts better in heaven
i know theres lots of rad queer boys up there
i hope evertime they talk to you
they know they're lucky to be your friend
cuz look
theres another boy genius whose fucking gone
and i wouldnt be so fucking mad so fucking
pissed off if it wasnt so fucking wrong
its all so fucking wrong
its not fair - its not fair - its not fair
but no one said life was easy
yeah but no one said - no one said
nothings supposed to happen right?
no, no one told me anything
to prepare me for fucking this
theres another boy genius whose fucking gone
dont tell me it font matter
dont tell me ive had three days to get over it
it wont go away
it just wont go away
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Lung cancer
No time
Lots of stress
More fear
Self pity
Headache
Lots of guilt
No sleep
These are the things I give myself
These are the things I give myself
No pleasure
No time
Don't need to feel fine
Dirty kitchen
Broken car
Trying to breathe in
Through a scar
These are the things I give myself
These are the things I give myself
Loads of execution
Loads of execution
Loads of execution
Loads of execution (say it)
Loads of execution (say it)
Loads of execution (say it)
Loads of execution (say it)
These are the things I give myself
These are the things I give myself
Been programmed
To
Self
Destruct!!
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The Sylvia Plath story is told to girls who write
They want us to think that to be a girl poet
Means you have to die
Who is it
That told me
All girls who write must suicide?
must suidide, must suicide
I've another good one for you
We are turning
Cursive letters into knives
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an image from a long long time ago
is haunting me
it plays itself with
picture perfect clarity
a certain walk, a certain talk
forever twenty three
for only me to see
i watch it like a movie
the details so consume me
what's real will surface when it's gone
(and then it's gone)
by now you've heard the news
what is there left to do
i watch it like a movie
the details so consume me
what's real will surface when it's gone
(and then it's gone)
yr face looks so familiar
unwashed and quite peculiar
no i can't say that i recall
i guess it's gone
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tony randall
my tyler moore
molly ringwald
re-run shows
robotic nation
false history spit out
another picture of a
girl with a gun
to bore me
cartoon girl
hallmark card
i see a punk club
he sees a strip bar
some things can't
be photographed
some things can't
be photographed
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Regimented
Designatied
Mass acceptance
Over rated
Lip synch
Apology
Lip synch
Saluatations
Lip synch
Teen anthem
Lip synch
Obligation
If you work hard
You'll succeed
A starring role
On Nothing Incorporated
Reject all american
Reject all american
Reject all american
Reject all american
Gets good grades
Plays guitar
He's all the rage on
Nothing Incorporated
Gets good grades and plays guitar
Thinks he's cool but really is not
Reject sportscar
Reject mausoleum
Reject all american
Reject all american
Reject all american
Reject all american
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Red light stop
Green light go
I'm hearing voices
On my stereo
They wanna tell me something, they wanna tell me right now,
they wanna tell me something,they wanna tell me now
We're the girls with the bad reputations
We're the girls gonna make you pay
We're the girls with the bad reputations
We are gonna have our say
Time to go
Time to go
Time to go
Green light go
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