Phair Liz
Whip Smart
Crater Lake
Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows.
And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows...
And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Well look at me, I'm frightening my friends...
You better roll me...
I bought a map of the moon. There's a crater with my name on it and a
really good view ... There I was, getting drunk in your room ... Because
I wanted to throw my weight around
An oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Oh look at me, I'm frightening my friends...
You better roll me home

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