Well I had no friends in my head
dead end friends of mine
Not cut or fucked or full of lead
They were breathing; they were dying
I took away their cosmology
made no point in their anatomy except fake, crude apologies.
They were eager: It was me
I wasn't cut or fucked or full of lead
I was breathing, I was dying
I had no friends in my head
dead end friends of mine
Make me (Make me)
something clean
Make me (Make me)
something clean
Make me (Make me)
something clean
Make me (Make me)
something clean
up to something starless: darkness
up to something starless: darkness
Everybody's got to roam
Everybody goes down the same old road

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