The cut great min dwalkin g through the dirty streets
Of Paris in the hot August heat
Sun melts in the fake
Smile away
Just lookin g for a place to stay
The actress gave up all her old dreams
And traded up, now she is a queen
Royal families dont have time for that shit
Your crystall ball you keep it hid
The tractor trailer driver radios
Help me someone Imout here on my own
Truck drives from the black, night away
Prayin g for the light of day
The kid in the mall works a hot dog on a stick
His head is a funny shape, his heart is a brick
Takin g your order he willlook away
He doesnt have a thin g to say
But me Imfeelin g pretty good as of now
Imnot so sure when I got here and how
Sun melt in the fake
Smile away
I thin k you know I will be ok
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Selective Memory :: Eels