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American Slang and Miscoded Lifelines

Your silver plated anarchy
Seems to get so lost on me
Back onto the sand like sugar in salt I was
Lost in your crowd of equal nothings
I wanted so much to be hopeless alone
And all I have is a pale faced hallucination
Singing to me in the night so I can
Breathe again.

I was filled with self-deception
Broke you in so I could fake
Broken through you kicked me back
And whispered silence because you're still
In love with me you said
And smashed all your mirrors
So you couldn't hear your music.

Scarred and disappearing I
Wrote it all down just to
Piss you off and you shouted
'gay'
down the phone just to
kill me so I killed myself
look where it got me.

I still can't feel happy, even though you're
Dancing on your empty grave stones
And kicking up the daffodils
I don't think you were made to
Watch anything
Just sing for me
One more time sing for my love
And then we watched the water disappear
Like sugar in water.

American slang and miscoded
Life lines
They try to TYPE in a Liverpool accent.
That just about fucking sums you all up.

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