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Lack Of Days Lyrics
So what's the deal
With your piercing eyes?
Such a fucking cheap disguise
So pale, so thin
Your remarks soak in
As I wash my eyes
And my hands of joy
Never expect me to be able
To handle your coy ways
I told you not to play my game
Now we do things my way
I wonder if you know
That my tough shell is so weak
Such a charade
To force me to speak
No words can be said
To account for my troubled mind
Plastic or no there's no sense of time
Just a lacadazical whirl
Just a fucked up lonely girl
With your piercing eyes?
Such a fucking cheap disguise
So pale, so thin
Your remarks soak in
And my hands of joy
Never expect me to be able
To handle your coy ways
Now we do things my way
That my tough shell is so weak
Such a charade
To force me to speak
To account for my troubled mind
Plastic or no there's no sense of time
Just a fucked up lonely girl
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Submitted by
beautifullycomplete On Apr 29, 2004
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