| memories of cruising the strip in a rented red convertible |
[20 Oct 2004|11:18pm] |
All I can see is what I've fried
And all the world in your black eye.
I'll run in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine,
Into the room inside my head,
The walls are black, the roof is red.
( the rest of the lyircs )
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