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Crater lake

by Liz Phair


Once you´ve left a lonely rage on its own, it grows.
And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn´t smoke until it blows...

And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Well look at me, I´m frightening my friends...
You better roll me...

I bought a map of the moon.
There´s a crater with my name on it and a really good view
There I was, getting drunk in your room
Because I wanted to throw my weight around

And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Oh look at me, I´m frightening my friends...
You better roll me home [x3]





 

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