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Cold water rain, one day later
She'd already caught her flight early in the morning
Beds were offered, beds were made
But there's always a hotel room, waiting
You wouldn't want the night, to not, belong to you

I saw Kitty Pryde at the modern journalism panel
Talking into sweatshirt, moving her hands in front of her face
Her mortal frame suffocated by fame
When she asked for none, just got fucked by good luck

And I
And I
And I
And I, I didn't give a shit

Do you still produce heat?
When are you gonna get an album out?
Would you want to climb the ladder, the rungs are prison bars
Put your feet on the frozen floor, glide around from [? 3:05] an affair
Maybe you can find someone who won't ask any questions
Is that what you want? Is that what you need?

I saw Kitty Pryde at the modern journalism panel
Talking into sweatshirt, moving her hands in front of her face
Her mortal frame suffocated by fame
When she asked for none, just got fucked by good luck

And I.. And I..
And I.. And I..
I didn't give a shit!

She was banished from the city of Rome
But she had a Rome of her own and she banished them from it
She was banished from the city of Rome
But she had a Rome of her own and she banished them

And I.. And I..
And I.. And I..
And I.. And I..
And I..! And I..
I didn't give a shit

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