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August, 2003 Why? How high? Sky Blue Blue, blue me And you Blacked out Like an obscenity on TV Your signal just can't Come through. The numb has hit I couldn't take the pain Anymore And somehow I can't see taking drugs To drown you out So it's this arctic chill Where my heart used to be Fuck walls and defenses Just ice it And you'll be singing Don't worry, be happy Slightly out of tune, Like me Don't know Why, where, how Just know Frosty the Snowman Would find me A little too cold-hearted For his magic-hatted Frolics Look at him go Look at me From high to low In 30 seconds flat Biting hand to keep from Spewing obscene Curses at your Chicken-shit self And now when I Want to feel Better, I just tell that story And the pity flows Like cheap wine At a polka party And you Play the starring Villain Role And I the Beautiful, wounded Flower of a woman.
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