Mike Doughty -
The Pink Life
here she comes all low to the groundjust like the fog is a fattened cloudair it turns to water whendioxide tempts the hydrogenwhy do you seekwhy do you seek the pink lifehow do you sleephow do you ever lie downwhy do you needwhy do you need your sciencewhy am iyour only outside linewho was that junk mustapha you were chilling withdown in the bars where regretful girls drifti feel the need to steal some resti feel i’m getting killed by your ficklenessand the options they are infiniteand the chancefrom my handi feel is slipping it
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Mike Doughty
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