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She said it's good to want, want it good. I want to want but she never said what it took to find love. These eyes may never see the morning. Hold on so I can hear the calling. She said it's good to give, giving is good. She never said want never lasts, need always needs. These eyes may never see the morning. Hold on so I can hear the calling. And then she said beauty is so complicated. These eyes may never see the morning. Hold on so I can hear the calling.

The calligraphy of the amputee is a sketch of you holding me. July's four thighs, engaging eyes, vacancies of dynamite. Lured you in, I've got you whole. So you can feel me half alone. The other half is an ol' has been, an antihero Errol Flynn. Pretty things. The serenity of passivity. A horror like evil's banality. Moons, cocoons, and Claire de Lune, unrequited telling tune. Lured you in, there's nothing to hold. The other boy is still in me, the amputee's calligraphy. Pretty things. When passion, kisses...O no more. And "O no more" is all that's left, to once again second guess. Pretty things.

Blue times are here. Blue times are places. Blue times be gone. Blue times are faces. A Valentine of navy hue. Time bomb blessings from me to you. I need songs for lovers. Nobody writes them anymore. Blue times have been. Blue times are coming. Blue times be done. No one be loving. Not me, not you. We're into something blue. We're too into something blue. There's a party somewhere tonight. Are we going? Why doesn't anyone write songs for lovers? So let's go to the party tonight. Are we going to the party?

I'm your twenty first century denim cult hyperbole. I'm hopelessly hopeless. Don't ever try and love me. Ravage me over my sassy self. Rant and rave over...When you're famously fighting photos and everyone wants your autograph. And the darling that you really want decides on Vic Damone instead. If you want to redefine yourself, then come on in, I'll show you around. I'll show you off. I'll validate you. I'll certify you. O terrible me. O terrible me. Rant and rave over my ideology. Ravage me over my sassy self.

When everything is closed and your friends are with their mamas, the bluest cola down, and the girl with cat-eye glasses, pink little sweaters and dear devil letters, and you think you'd marry us. The snow is coming down and down, something like a little tear from the boy named Vladimir. Feeling oh so lonesome, knowing that she'll never come. The radio is playing strings and what do you know, it's adagio. Last night's tattoo was a picture of you. Don't go pushing me 'cause I'm an angel in the snow. The bottles are all empty. There's no more river left to go. So drive me far away, keeping Pathetique in tune. Fifty six dollars away from you. He spelled your name wrong. He scribbled shit. The blue light was lit. Forever damned in writ.

All my friends have been taken by the good, good earth. One by one they pass right through to the six foot under blue milieu. O Natasha, your face is O so Russian and your face is so unlucky. All my friends have been taken by the good, good earth. One by one they pass right through, revered in soil, the blue milieu. O Natasha, your body is covered in jokes. O Natasha, they made you change your name so you could be a big, big star. Natasha wouldn't. Natalie, she would. I know she wouldn't. I swear, O lordy, she wouldn't. She didn't know how to swim.

You have engaged me, then left me for details and future instances that will leave you when you're left behind. And then the sun rose and leaving was all that could be done. And to all of us gone. Gone is where we're at. There is a me which is so endlessly familiar that I fear one day that I'll become it. I have always been about saying everything and yet saying nothing. There is a me which is so endlessly familiar that I fear one day I'll become it. Life lived by the creed of contradiction. There is a me that is so endlessly familiar that I fear one day I'll become it. And then the sun rose and leaving is all that should be done. And to all of us gone. Gone is where we're going.