Broken the glass, stepped on the cracks
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Can you count on the frames to protect your pictures
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Who will you trust?
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Sandpaper cross rubs the skin away
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Selling the house and building a new one
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Won't change the fact that your the foundation
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Just keeps you occupied
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Crosses your fingers
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Tucks you in. Losing skin
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Sandpaper cross
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I was a dime when I was one sided
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Tossed up in trade for two faceless nickels
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Which one will rust? The trained or touched?
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Rubs the streets away
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I lock the doors and open the windows
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Counting the days since I was a human
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Skinless yet wearing clothes
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I'll entertain you
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Turn around turnaround I'll make you cry
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Modern Guy/Monkey/It’s gonna hurt/Just to wait
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Culture has trained me to dress myself in irony and hide
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Nothing is this ugly, we're neon signs in retro-sheik designs
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No grass will grow where I lay my head
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Please tell all my friends that I was a vampire
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Whiskey and puppet shows at the engagements
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Turn around, think of me, I'll make you smile
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Chasing maybes around a country with no memory has erased me
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I was once a baby with no beliefs and now it seems nothing much has changed
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HoTT times!! Full Lives!! Habit!! Baby-fat!!!
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NOW!!
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Sandpaper Cross
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| Jonny Classic & The Classic Johns |
