It's deer tick, with art isn't real.

I am a dotted line, and you fill me in with whatever you like.

Now I'm just going through the motions, and I need no fashion potion.

There gotta be some old recipe.

Cause I gotta get drunk, I gotta forget about some things.

I lived in lies on my life, and I've been living here for a long, long time.

And I know it's been coming down while now.

When it's so then, you give me on the dime.

But right now, you're everywhere around the world.

And maybe I'll see better days, but I'm not so sure I will.

I am still hanging round and round, sometimes it's a wrecking,

but lately not a sound, in the mouth of history and time.

But I have learned to stand back and never shine.

Now I feel stupid when I smile.

Oh, not a turning, but a circus or a lie.

I can't make up for everything I waste, and I know that I can never afford a taste.

I've anything that your lovely hands make, it ain't too well yet.

Or it's so great, because it brings a smile to my face.

Cause it's a bad memory, you just can't raise.

I know of a city, a steel from it.

I know of a city, a cheat on it.

I know of a city of sin, and that's the place that I want to meet you in.

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