11.6.08 – Thank you for smoking

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While you make pretty speeches
I’m being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance

And this just feels like spinning plates
I’m living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river

The beach…

 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 

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Open up, begin again

Let’s go down the waterfall

Think about the good times and never look back

Never look back