The Oval Portrait - Misery of the Human Condition lyrics

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The Oval Portrait - Misery of the Human Condition lyrics

Absolutley A designated driver Dying beautiful In the fire Absolutley..there's a designated driver..she's dying so beautifully, in the fires C R A S H ..and it shows..through clouded white lines That are eventually snorted up your nose There's twelve pounds of me, disolved into air Then there's twelve pounds of me, that doesn't even care I won't be crucified for things that i now find mortifying So, just keep twirling your brown to black hair, a secret sign showing you're not there You're not really there