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Mona Lisa Was a Stoner
1990nowhere
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I'm feeling blue when I drink alone
I'm feigning death, I don't care at all
I'm full of shit, writing's on the wall
My clichรฉ is niche, it is my own
My body's a temple, it's overflowed
Imbibed with a poison I wish to clone
And my mullet's growing, it aches to flow
Eyes photo-chromatic, the sun is home
It's also God, Buddha, iPhones
With touch security, thanks Steve
Mona Lisa was going through it
Screaming: "Dear doctor, I really blew it
And I don't wanna sit through this anymore, anymore"
Mona Lisa was just a stoner
She would've loved 'I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel'
Smile wide, smile wide
Got a new tattoo, got a bag of bones
Damned if I do
What if I don't get famous enough
Before I change my name and fall in love
Twist the knife, hit the floor
Kill the lights and kiss the silence between us
In this sacred space of intravenous absolution
Mona Lisa was going through it
Screaming: "Dear doctor, I really blew it
And I don't wanna sit through this anymore, anymore"
Mona Lisa was just a stoner
She would've loved 'I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel'
Smile wide, smile wide
No more journals in my locker
There's no one left for me to talk to
No surprise I've not been cautious
All my worst days have been forgotten
No more journals in my locker (and if you really wanna know)
There's no one left for me to talk to (what it's like to hold my hand)
No surprise I've not been cautious (well, you could break down the door)
All my worst days have been forgotten (and love me where I stand)
Mona Lisa was going through it
Screaming: "Dear doctor, I really blew it
And I don't wanna sit through this anymore, anymore"
Mona Lisa was just a stoner
She would've loved 'I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel'
Smile wide, smile wide
No more journals in my locker
There's no one left for me to talk to
No surprise I've not been cautious
All my worst days have been forgotten
No more journals in my locker (flowers bloom when they've got love)
There's no one left for me to talk to (like breaking in your baseball glove)
No surprise I've not been cautious (life is stupid, life is tough)
All my worst days have been forgotten (I'm feeling like I'm not enough)
(flowers bloom when they've got love)
(like breaking in your baseball glove)
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