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You're an island of a girlAdrift in a world with the rising tideYou know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy rideWith your alters made of trashThe aftermath of disposable dreamsYou know that you were born for more than what machines provideI would write you a song that sounds likeA faded photograph of your favorite nightJust a little something to remember me byYou could sing along if you like it enoughPlay it on your phonograph it sounds kind of roughJust a little something to remember me byYou're an ocean of a girlSurrounding a world with a blackening tideYou know that the coming storm is going to be a crazy rideWith your alters made of bonesThe aftermath of disposable wingsYou know you were born for more than what machines provide, machines provideI would write you a song that sounds likeA faded photograph of your favorite nightJust a little something to remember me byYou could sing along if you like it enoughPlay it on your phonograph sounds kind of roughJust a little something to remember me byYou could sing along if you like it enoughJust a little something to remember me by From Letras Mania