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STRUNG OUT ON BILLY CORGAN
Strung out on Billy Corgan...
it's my theatre of thought.
What I've heard, and what I've seen...
disproving what I'm not.
Strung out on Billy Corgan...
it's my destiny of soul.
Where I go, and where I'll be
no longer in control.
Abstract castles in a row...
imagination blooms.
I'm the love she took for dead...
back down the path to ruins.
Shade-drawn eyes where candles glow
and music shatters glass.
We're still in key, the gig is free,
no better place to crash.
Underlining statements fall
awaken now your dreams
Ways of echoed voices call;
lend words to our extremes.
Strung out on Billy Corgan...
we're all strangers on the run.
Here I grieve in double speed...
She's still my only one.
