.She was my dark haired Lydia
Of my suburban german dreams
And he, he was the boy, boy, boy, called James
And it will all end up, yes, all end up like the
New York scene
Too much drugs, and too much pills
And too much, too much, too much, too much songs
Suicide comman.
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