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like a pill to solve the world a world we make of boys and girls I'll wait for you I'll wait for a mirror in three dimensions hung by a tight rope through a pulley wait for a pink portal to a dark cocoon so I can sit and fuck around and waste all this beautiful potential, cause I know I'm so hot I'm so hot hot hotter than a cartoon japonesa with imaginary curves as fake as the world for look up through the blanket of ghosts the moon is a pulley and IeeeIeeeI hold the rope that animates your every move it is a rope it is a face it is a breath it is a noose it is a waiting for the black and white to overcome me in the night and I'll wait for you waiting for the pouring rain to rip the papier-má¢ché skin off of your stupid balloon face I'll pop that fuckin' lie if it don't float awayeeeyaay awayeeyaay I'm in love with my balloon smoothin' the texture and shapin' the curves for glass display it's tied with string up to the moon I'll look deep in my mirror's eyes, I'll kiss and consuuuuume Songtexteblanket of ghosts on a parade but I can't see shit with all these balloons floatin' like netted fish in a sea of sky and rain turns depleted soil to clay that we may feast on clay corn and clay rice and I'm ready to laugh or cry (hhhhhhuu) I'm such a silly guy (hhhhhhuu) painting ghost clouds on her face wahoooeeeoooaah, whoahohohohohohohohoh shaninifa shantifagadifa makitafa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa f a faf a kashad and if ta shabita ckrapb oohooh oohoohooh oohooh oohoohooh sdlfkjbya makitafa fa fa gnu fa fa kinni fa fa fa f a faf a america kashad and if ta wassup shabita ckrapb Aus Songtexte Mania