Lack Of Days So What's The Deal With Your Piercing Eyes Such a Fucking Cheap Disguise So Pale So Thin Your Remarks Soak In As I Wash My Eyes And My Hands Of Joy Never Expect Me To Be Able To Handle Your Coy Ways I Told You Not To Play My Game Now We Do Things My Way I Wonder If You Know That My Tough Shell Is So Weak Such A Charade To Force Me To Speak No Words Can Be Said To Account For My Troubled Mind Plastic Or No There's No Sense of Time Just A Lacadazical Whirl Just A Fucked Up Lonely Girl [Thanks to jill@unfinishedthought.com for these lyrics] [ www.azlyrics.com ] Find out more about Lack Of Days by clicking this link:
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