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| I hold an image of the ashtray girl Of cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world And put our friendship to the test And late at night whilst on all fours She used to watch me kiss the floor What's wrong with this picture?
Farewell the ashtray girl Forbidden snowflake Beware this troubled world Watch out for earthquakes Goodbye to open sores To broken semaphore You know we miss her We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded (We) Disintegrate it For fear of growing old Some times it's fated (We) Assassinate it For fear of growing old
Farewell the ashtray girl Angelic fruitcake Beware this troubled world Control your intake Goodbye to open sores Goodbye and furthermore You know we miss her We miss her picture
Hang on Though we try It's gone
I can't stop growing old...
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