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I'm stoned just like cherry roseFixing, waiting on playing your songThey're running driest on your facelike oxy and cocaineGot a tinfoil slip and slideI've seen you this way beforeWho really cares?Things they work, they seeWho really cares 'bout your wildest dream?Who really cares 'bout god's new shoes?Just stay high, and it feels like a dream.Your long hair my brain box screaming todipping strong for momma's waistThat proves the way that Brooklyn stayedthe way that madness changes tastewherever you drag your feetI've seen you this way beforewho really cares?Things they work, they seeWho really cares 'bout your wildest dream?Who really cares 'bout god's new shoes?Just stay high, and it feels like a dream.Letras de cancionesThe days and the nightsof the world, they get quietand I can't hear a thing through the girlsdripping mouths full of smokeand the soft boiling ash of the skinmakes the glass of my eyes shakelike merry-go-rounds in 1906.The ins and the outs of the truththey don't matter when you can't tellif god's really therewith your hands o'er your mouth in the skypokes our ribsand we turninto windcarrying love on our backsyou've got to be strange just to get in. From Letras Mania