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Bootleg Kids
02:30
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something dripped down your neck
said youve come to accept
we were born to melt away
youre all corduroy and mink
so much softer than you think
you could wear me like a stain
i looked in your head
with my pink spectrevision
i could see all the spirits plaguing you
theyre the same six ghosts that haunt me too
melted plastic and lead
see-thru hands and silver legs
im a poorly painted bootleg boy
one of one rare and alone
ive got sick glitter in my bones
im a perfect wreck you cant destroy
lets lose all our friends
with our new superstitions
we can start a cult its meant to be
i can program you then you program me
im a bootleg kid dont look at me
even i dont know what im supposed to be
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Belle
04:10
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it feels heavy
the weight of your heart
but somethings missing still
dreamt by a child
something about death and stuff
bodies in black garbage bags
i thought i saw you
i thought i saw lights
i thought i heard wedding bells
someone whispered
youll never be good enough
when you were just a girl
the things i cant do
far outnumber the things that i can
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