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I saw a hologram at the park She looked as real as me the white fog Then she melted down to her Turned into a million candle If I knew she went, I would follow
Walking through the land of trinkets, plastic Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My are full of flat Cherry-Cola on the bench, by the roller coaster
Dreamt I was on a motorbike of Judah painted on the side
I'm fine, I'm back in the palisades Life's a wash, a school play China shops and cold towers I and I toast to the Caesars Forcing down the dregs of
Madeline, she spins in a slow All through the house, the strong smell of burnt Let's make it clean and run out the I know a diving bell I hear it going down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can shift in an Feeling close but keeping my On all fours, just so insistent Fills my mouth jump ropes and slit wrists Bust through the firewall heaven
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