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The red red lips of some secret solution
The central intelligence agency
Has a file that's a mile longer than peace
She's naked on the phone watching them back
No eyes, just their stupid grins
They long to be liberal mannequins
And in their tiny room they eat
Chinese food and they don't call their wives
Cause the girl in the window is
Pressing her breasts up against the windowpane
The guy they're after on the floor below
Is cutting cocaine higher than the building
A one-way trip
Who ever thought she'd miss the ins and outs of oxygen
The darkest side of the biggest goddamn ride you've ever been on
Her mother loves that show
Even though she never gets the answers right
It's easier to play along sometimes, more than being wrong
They found her in her room
Wearing a pink bunny suit in sour cherry lipstick
Hanging from the closet door
Her eyes were wide maybe to despise
Maybe just to look into your
Headlight morning glow
And this is it, this is it
Prime time deliverance
That you have and you hold
If you have then you hold
And she says the best thing you can do is hang around a while
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