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Miss Irony, she paints her face all saint white like a ghost.
Her sometimes lover lies in a pool of spit getting ready for the show.
She answers with a question, toys with my depression each time I turn around.

The alley junkies romanticize all the craters in her skin.
Burning holes to match her eyes and ponder as to where she's been.
But she pays no attention, stands in the light and glistens as beautiful as the sun.

All the King's men they'd like to appeal as they flash their shining swords. But she grabs my hand we turn a tint of teal as we escape their dull aching world. Then she disappears as quickly as she showed up so friendly, perhaps this all is a dream.

Miss Irony, she paints her face all saint white like a ghost.
Her sometimes lover lies in a pool of spit getting ready for the show.

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from I Can Do Anything Because Nothing Is Real, released April 3, 2015

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