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My Scarlet Black

Black Hole Future on September 24, 2013 09:31

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You could be my killer eyes
And make me feel like vandalizing,
Cut the vacant socialites
And you could ride back home with me
And shallow in the summer breeze.

And I would leave the monastery
Seven years of solitary
Wasn't even half as scary
As being all alone with me
In all my punch-drunk misery

But actually it makes no sense
To moan about in future tense
Just spin your silken spider web
And keep me locked up in your bed
'Cause I would kill the president
If you don't trust the government
I've never said a word I've never meant,
My Scarlet Black.

I could meet you at the station
We could take a long vacation
Start a brand new constellation
You could teach art history
And we could end our misery.

And after all the air is clear
And all the ships have left the pier
Then we could spend our final years
Just sitting, watching planes go by
And patiently begin to die.

But honestly it makes no sense
To moan about in future tense
Just spin your silken spider web
And keep me locked up in your bed
'Cause I would kill the president
If you don't trust the government
I've never said a word I've never meant,

My Scarlet Black
Won't call me back.
I'm gonna have
A heart attack.
I need her back

My Scarlet Black
Won't call me back.
I'm gonna have
A heart attack.
I need her back,
I need her back.

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