At The Apollo

You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis Everything's in order in a black hole Nothing seems as pretty as the past though The Bloody Mary'

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Black clouds over me, I'm paranoid I can't shake the ground beneath my feet Stuck in between, the right and wrong Way of admitting my defeat So much confusion Disillusion of what we're supposed to be There's no solution It's the point of view we're a