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Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Spending the night on the roof
Giving desperate thrashing blows
Only Django really looks at me
And makes a place for me in eternity
I'm a complete stranger
A locked-in and discreet sociopath
I'm still trapped and clinging to my limits
Exactly the same as at 15
I'm nothing like what you think.
I am too vulgar a reflection
From my world of comets and stars
Of airports and worlds and half-packed suitcases
Of deep songs, fair dressing rooms
Smoke sellers waving coins
And there's no point in stopping to think.
There's no point in letting it bleed.
I've crashed a thousand times
Facing the same wall
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Sometimes horse, sometimes car
Sometimes just both sides
I blink and look again.
It's too absurd to be real.
I am a fraud at the foot of the ravine
With blank page syndrome
I'm still trapped and clinging to my limits
Exactly the same as at 15
And there's no point in stopping to think.
There's no point in letting it bleed.
I've crashed a thousand times
Facing the same wall
And there's no point in stopping to think.
There's no point in letting it bleed.
I've crashed a thousand times
Facing the same wall
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
