LYRIC

50 million holes
And the rain is getting in
Baby let it go
There's more to life than meets the skin
You're my nicotine
You're my nicotine
You're my favorite sound
You're the colour that I like to
Wrap myself around

We're all numbers in a numbers game
Give me a long stemmed rose
To cover up the pain
And if you don't win now
You might win later on
So don't bother giving in
Until you're actually gone

Hero's on the heroine
He's flying over Spain
Supermodel baby's on the rampage
All in stains
O i love to tough your mind
When i sit in your car
Coca cola baby's writing
Autographs on mars

We're all numbers in a numbers game
Give me a long stemmed rose
To cover up the pain
And if you don't win now
You might win later on
So don't bother giving in
Until you're actually gone
Don't say nigger and don't say whore
Take your finger off the trigger
Unless you want to start a war
Don't set off the motion sensors
They'll be kicking in the door
Shove it down the drain
Before you have to explain it

Why’d you want to get out outta the spin
Giving up hope like a smoking addiction
You keep trying to meditate with those fake gurus
Who can’t velcro their shoes tied up in knots
Cause they forgot what it’s about
Chrome stars with digital heroin scars
I got my own dreams my own fucked up self esteem
My own scheme
Life is the teacher everybody is a preacher
I can’t talk now after the tone leave me a message

They're ticker taping outside in hundred dollar bills
Show me a day where nobody's getting killed
You're my nicotine Baby's outta jail
You're the razor feeling that i get when I inhale

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