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i have a crate it's filled with bricks and pictures of our past depreciating values and i'm losing interest fast all the hungry mouths i've seen could never make me steal i would rather stand and die than have to live and kneel balloon... you call me pocket venus but i'm really pocket freak you know i don't need this i have my own potholes and leaks i came into some money i don't need you anymore you can call me superstar or you can call me whore balloon... [I'm] back in your life back in your life we can't even mess up right... Letras de cancionesi'm the type of guy who doesn't have a type at all i'm not dressed for this climate someone take me to the mall drink toilet water learn to stare and eat the food that rots we're living in the cloisters where our subtext is our plot balloon... [I'm] back in your life back in your life we can't even mess up right... From Letras Mania