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Baby
Tie my wrist before I hit the sun
Before the backseat
Blows right out throughout the windows gone

Now what's this city and who's the people
Oh alright
I'm dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night
But I was nearly suicidal before your car arrived

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Prom tomorrow night

Tasting sweet how the wind blows
But get your head inside
I need you here alive

Now what's this city and who's the people
Oh alright
I'm dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Just for one last time

Now maybe
This is the last of what there is to feel
It's only different places
Poor imitations
Fucking actors trying to speak like you speak

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Prom tomorrow night

Tasting sweet how the wind blows
But get your head inside
I need you here alive

Now what's this city and who's the people
Oh alright
I'm dressed up pretty, real delightful for the night

Moving up to the villas
Kill a bit of time
Just for one last time

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