Fake money, a bitter heart
I never know where to touch you
You're a disease
Plastic veins, all torn up
We shoot up the sun, watch it burn everyone
Then go back to bed
Real life cassette girl ate my brain, swung her tape around my neck. Please baby don't be upset. She didn't love me. Now I know. Real life cassette girl is outdated, she loves vintage sound. A hollow night we live, in up and down circles we exist.
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