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Two A.M. lyrics
My buddy had a baby with a girl named Star
Makes me appreciate how the little things are
But crossing a road isn't easily told
To a young has-been centerfold
Labeled the winner's episode
Yeah, I'm really clean if you know what I mean
Except for this reoccurring dream
Of losing total feeling while the windmill's squealing
The windmill's squealing
I paint to kill the dead saints, I paint to make it clear
My colors run in blue and gray
But they give hope to someone dear
Yeah, yeah, yeah, two a.m. lovesick
With a walking pneumonia drum kick
And this candle doesn't have a wick
But I'm really not that scared, no I'm not that scared
I walk like a burned out porn star with aching feet for a car
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star
Makes me appreciate how the little things are
My buddy had a baby with a girl named Star
Makes me appreciate how the little things are
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- Track 14 on Sister Mary Explains It All
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- 15 Saul's Nightmare
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