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Make a pile your sun sets laughing odds on success I'm a pornographic lighthouse, stuffed with your mess could I make her holler, trash her high hopes I guess I'm a so called classic coward. Lovely she said I'm a small man pushing you... throw it down the drain pipe lost in anger she said building up the pieces trash her high hopes I guess like a big distortion whamming inside my head I'm a so called classic coward. Lovely she said I'm a small man pushing you... From Letras Mania