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we put our hard earned money in the taco standand we ran ran ran in the marathonwhen the cops they came we were all long gonecause we had taken the subwayand the world moves slow in the evening hoursand you can't control your own heart rateand i should know, cause i had that friend who had that friendwho's neighbor diedand some sayhe became a ghost that dayand he just floats aroundi assumeit's like some invisible balloonhovering inches from the groundwell it's hard to read and it's hard to writebut i wrote wrote wrote you a three verse songwhen my wrist fell off a bluebird criedlet's only hope it was the first timewell they called my house but i was not homeand my phone machine is twelve years oldand you should know cause you had that friend who had that friendSongtextewho's father saidhe said "son, the perfect girl is like a gunbut she's hard to holdonce you've seenyour one and only deathmachinenever never never never never never let her gowe put our hard earned money in the old trans amand it burned burned burned until midnightif the cops they come, let's both take offwe can tell the bosswe were wrong Aus Songtexte Mania