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As I walk, as I smoke

Crystals grow in my throat

In my blood, in my brain

Precious diamonds of pain

I don't hold it, fight or pretend

Let it take me again

And if the truth is so lame

I don't blame

My imagination

My imagination

My imagination

My imagination

You're my hair, growing blue

As I write this for you

You're the leaves on the ground, quite evenings

Sun going down

Maybe I love you, but I'm tired if your selfish point of view

And you're tasteless, too

Shine, shine, shine sunrise

On my morning sorrow

Give me a last smile before I

Forget you tomorrow

Forget you tomorrow

Forget you tomorrow

Forget you tomorrow