Me vs. Morrissey vs. Lacey

I've got a twenty-dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you without makeup
You're always made up
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you always criticize the Smiths and Morrissey
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic
But when I say let's keep in touch
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it's short just like your temper
Somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

I've got a twenty-dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you without makeup
You're always made up
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you don't appreciate Brand New or me
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic
But when I say let's keep in touch
I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it's short just like your temper
Somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend before you got too cool

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out



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