Just a lost boy looking for his third star to the right.
Leave me with flat teeth, with fresh wounds, Another nervous tick.Please leave me on the kitchen floor, with my dignity,While I get sick.Clean me out like an open sore, Say it’s me that makes you a whore.Go ahead blame the moon and sun,Then deny me, because thats what makes this fun.You’re just a symptom, you’re just a symptom. 

Leave me with flat teeth, with fresh wounds, 
Another nervous tick.
Please leave me on the kitchen floor, with my dignity,
While I get sick.

Clean me out like an open sore, 
Say it’s me that makes you a whore.
Go ahead blame the moon and sun,
Then deny me, because thats what makes this fun.

You’re just a symptom, 
you’re just a symptom. 

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? IF YOU DONT LIKE LIGHTHOUSES GO FUCK YOURSELF.

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ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? IF YOU DONT LIKE LIGHTHOUSES GO FUCK YOURSELF.