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You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid
You took a white orchid turned it blue...
The nurse should not be the one who puts salt in your wounds
But it's always with trust that the poison is fed with a spoon...
I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my...
I blew it
And if I knew what to do, then I'd do it
But the point that I have, I'll get to it
And forever for her is over...
Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that...
If you think that a kiss is all in the lips
C'mon, you got it all wrong, man
And if you think that our dance was all in...
White moon, white moon
Breaks open the tomb
Of a deserted cartoon that I wrote
Creature come, creature, creature...
Well, the crickets get it
And the ants get it
I bet you the pigs get it
Yeah, even the plants get it
Come on now,...
Women, listen to your mothers
Don't just succumb to the wishes of your brothers
Take a step back, take a look at one another
I was sitting there in a comfortable chair
And that was all that I needed
Then my friend offered me a drink for us to share
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White moon, white moon
Breaks open the tomb
Of a deserted cartoon that I wrote
Creature come, creature, creature
My own double feature
As I'm warming the bleachers at home
Well, my nose keeps on bleeding
'Cause it's rita I'm needing
I better call out a meeting of the boys
Of the boys
My friends are all dying
And death can't be lying
It's the truth and it don't make a noise
Oh Rita, oh Rita
If you lived in mesita
I would move you with the beat of a drum
And this picture is proof
That although you're aloof
You had the shiniest tooth 'neath the sun
Easy come, easy go
Be a star of the show
I'm giving up all I know to get more
To get more
Photograph the picture
Young grunt pin-up scripture
For locker-tagged memories of war
A mirage, this garage
And a photo montage
And a finger massage from the host
Good lord, good lord
The one I adore
And I cannot afford is a ghost
Is a ghost
Proto-social is the word
And the word is the bird
That flew through the herd in the snow
In the snow
Lemonade me, then grade me
Then deliver my baby
And if my friends all persuade me, I'll go
Blink, blink at me Rita
Don't you know I'm a bleeder?
And I promised I wouldn't lead her on
But she met me, then led me
And I ate what was fed me
'Til I purged every word in this song
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