oh young lions, this it your kingdom
every beast has its poison, every line has its victim
choose your crime, pour the ashes out the window
empty mickey by the river shining like a broken halo
roll out of the cradle, climb out the window
make your love too wild for words
stumbling through the city with the ordinary birds
loosen your collar, shake off the wires
run like a river, glow like a beacon fire
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No other place to put this. Been listening to "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake about five times a day the past few. This obvious line always sticks with me:
I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
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