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I sold you for parts You get what you want Then I'll want it, too I know who you are Don't know who you're not I don't dare ask Come back, use the stove We'll make plans in the back Of your pickup truck Oh why no one told She crowns my lips And waits up Helicopter sails Watching bird's eye That's when I dropped And oh, my hands Were behaving Like maps expired These rocks have been kicked My body is spent Can't stop and rest, oh no Your comfort plus ease I see it in 3-D Letras de cancionesYou can't dream so slow Don't check the index for reference Curse the sky "Lord, give me hints" I search the place for your prints I feel your cryptomnesia Cryptomnesia (Thanks to Matt for these lyrics) From Letras Mania