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I begin with Culver City Where the handsome faggots Make pretty pretty Empty lots, secrets well kept Nothing standing But the frame of a set Some things are built To withstand regret It was cinematic How we loved; Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up! She wore off Like a prom dress Heels a kickin' Short hair a mess Painted nails for turning tricks Throw something hard Something stick Throw nothing, nothing slips Tip and tuck down the 99 Pedal pushed down The entire time Letras de cancionesRunning scared 'Til the ceiling falls Banging her head Wrists rubbed raw Addicted to something We never saw It was cinematic How we loved; Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up! Off the freeway Dreamland burns The ultimate take In the land of returns With a glycerin smile and A tear for tragedy Something grand Judy left for me Nothing more than Box office history It was cinematic How we loved; Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up! I begin where Garland died Looked like a child all her life So will I From Letras Mania