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High on the sound
In the mountains of defeat
I will whither with the thoughts
That I have spent on your lips
Leave the clown with his frown
And a tear painted on the cheek
He has spent all of his time
Hallucinating various shit
I like the way
that you move into the light
It keeps me from seeing
All the troubles in my life
The stage is set and I am waiting
For you to appear
Now I wish to be your man
With his hands in your pants
I don't want to be the clown
Anymore in my life
You're the girl that I want most
I spell your name when I'm lost
Now I'm crazy for your eyes
For your lips and for your thighs