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PETER MALICK >> Merchandise Links
PETER MALICK
I walk down the diamond studded concrete canyon Nobody looked me in the eye Tried to fly to the moon Only made it to the sky I was looking, looking for I couldn't find a friend Searching for a clear connection Without a digital send Ain't it just a little scary sometimes To find the lies that you know to be true I'll find you smiling about Things you don't have to do Bill doesn't call me anymore I hear he's found religion Big haired blonde apprentice beautician And all the words and gesticulations that came before Don't seem to mean a thing You can feel fine to drop a dime If you're ever hanging by a string Ain't it just a little scary sometimes To find the lies that you know to be true I'll find you smiling about Things you don't have to do I hear voices crying out Echoes on the boulevard Contentious rambling incantations Of some senile bard There's too much going on around here To keep my head from spinning And this constant acceleration Blurs any ties to the beginning Ain't it just a little scary sometimes To find the lies that you know to be true I'll find you smiling about Things you don't have to do
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