Perfect lights are backwards
Refracted cries
The needle hits black lacquer
Speakers forgive lies
I'm not running away
Circulation makes her crazy
She's not here to stay
She just came by to shoot you baby
The perfect lights are backwards
Refracted cries
Needle hits white lacquer
Speakers forgive lies
I'm not running away
Circulation makes her crazy
She's not here to stay
I just came by to shoot you baby
Thurston Moore
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