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Bazooka Mirror Lyrics
Night time is catching up
like a broken buttercup
In my ethical assisted violence,
days are running out of order
Why won’t you talk to me?
Yesterday you talked so sweet,
over thirty little cups of cappuccino
and a toast when we said goodbye
Talk to me!
I miss the sense of isolation, every day of the week.
What are you doing in my room?
Talk to me!
Maybe we can have a conversation,
like we did on TV when there was nothing else to see
Tell me are you having fun,
even though what said is done,
when the camera was rolling backwards
and the video director slept
Look what they have done to me
I’m looking like a broken Christmas tree,
in the radio transistor silence,
where the lights are playing out of tune
like a broken buttercup
In my ethical assisted violence,
days are running out of order
Why won’t you talk to me?
Yesterday you talked so sweet,
over thirty little cups of cappuccino
and a toast when we said goodbye
I miss the sense of isolation, every day of the week.
What are you doing in my room?
Talk to me!
Maybe we can have a conversation,
like we did on TV when there was nothing else to see
even though what said is done,
when the camera was rolling backwards
and the video director slept
Look what they have done to me
I’m looking like a broken Christmas tree,
in the radio transistor silence,
where the lights are playing out of tune
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