did i ask you for attention/
when affection is what i need/
thinking sorrow is perfection,
i'd wallow 'til you told me/
there's no glitter in the gutter,
there's no twilight galaxy.
tremblin, stumblin, beatin... /help, i'm alive.
did i ask you for attention/
when affection is what i need/
thinking sorrow is perfection,
i'd wallow 'til you told me/
there's no glitter in the gutter,
there's no twilight galaxy.
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