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1- Noises in my head, get crowded up with voices, all running low on choices, No saving graces, under the couch in this place. Pre 1-Don't need no tarot cards, to see exactly where we are,Chorus- in stalled cars, between downtown & mars, you know we aren't like shooting stars. In wings pieced, from ratty car backseats, we are so far, from shooting stars. 2- There's a price on my haed, maybe it's all in my head, but I just heard footsteps, No standing matter, can't stand up anyhow, pre 2- tea leaves & aligning stars, adds up to loose change on the bar, Chorus- In stalled cars , between downtown & mars, you know we aren't like shooting stars, in wings pieced, from ratty car backseats, we are so far, from shooting stars,
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