I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put our friendship to the test
And late at night while I was on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
The fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
The fear of growing old
Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
The fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
The fear of growing old
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
The fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
The fear of growing old
Can't stop growing old
This Picture Я держу изображение пепельной девушки,
И мою грудь словно прожигает сигарета.
Я написал стихотворение о её внутреннем мире,
И это поставило нашу дружбу под вопрос.
И поздно ночью, когда я стоял на четвереньках,
Бывало, она видела, как я целую пол.
Что не так с этой картинкой?
Что не так с этой картинкой?
Прощай, пепельная девушка,
Запретная снежинка,
Остерегайся этого беспокойного мира,
Берегись землетрясений.
Прощайте, открытые раны,
И сломанные семафоры.
Знаешь, мы скучаем по ней,
Мы скучаем по её картинке.
Иногда нас иссушает
И разваливает
Страх состариться.
Иногда нас иссушает
И убивает
Страх состариться.
Прощай, пепельная девушка,
Ангельский фруктовый кекс,
Остерегайся этого беспокойного мира,
Не тащи в рот всё подряд.
Прощайте, открытые раны,
Прощайте, и более того,
Знаешь, мы скучаем по ней,
Мы скучаем по её картинке
Иногда нас иссушает
И разваливает
Страх состариться.
Иногда нас иссушает
И убивает
Страх состариться.
Время, подожди!
Мы стараемся,
А оно уходит.
Время, подожди!
Мы стараемся,
А оно уходит.
Иногда нас иссушает
И разваливает
Страх состариться.
Иногда нас иссушает
И убивает
Страх состариться.
Мы не можем не стареть I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put our friendship to the test
And late at night while I was on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
The fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
The fear of growing old
Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
The fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
The fear of growing old
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
The fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
The fear of growing old
Can not stop growing old
This Picture I keep the image ashen girl
And my breasts like cigarette burns.
I wrote a poem about her inner world,
And this put our friendship into question.
And late at night, when I was standing on all fours,
Sometimes she saw me kiss the floor.
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
Goodbye, Ash girl
Forbidden snowflake,
Beware this troubled world,
Beware of earthquakes.
Goodbye to open sores,
And broke semaphores.
You know, we miss it,
We miss her picture.
Sometimes we Sears
And falling to pieces
Fear of growing old.
Sometimes we Sears
And killing
Fear of growing old.
Goodbye, Ash girl
Angelic fruitcake,
Beware this troubled world,
Do not drag in the mouth everything.
Goodbye to open sores,
Farewell, and moreover,
You know, we miss it,
We miss her picture
Sometimes we Sears
And falling to pieces
Fear of growing old.
Sometimes we Sears
And killing
Fear of growing old.
Time, wait!
We try,
And it is gone.
Time, wait!
We try,
And it is gone.
Sometimes we Sears
And falling to pieces
Fear of growing old.
Sometimes we Sears
And killing
Fear of growing old.
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