She smells like vanilla
Her momґs from Manilla
It is dark and you walk down the street
Youґre propped full of dope
Feel like Julian Cope
And you wanna go someplace to eat
She talks, you donґt listen
Something ґbout her sisters
It is fall and the trees have turned red
And you donґt like her looks
And she doesnґt read books
And sometimes you just wish she was dead
You just donґt love her anymore
Thereґs no after, no before
There is no sunshine in a fog
And love is a place where dog eat dog
So you start to ignore her
Like all the girls before her
And you hope she will leave by herself
But youґre stuck in a spiral
And fear is your rival
He shows up when youґre by yourself
So you worry and weep
Ґtil you doze off to sleep
And you dream about her face in the sky
But you canґt make a sound
And youґre stuck to the ground
Ґcause even in dreams you canґt fly
You just donґt love her anymore...


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