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Bled White
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Elliott Smith
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Im a color reporter But the citys been bled white And the doctor orders drinks all night to take away this curse But it makes me feel much worse Bled white So I wait for the f-train And connect through a friend of mine To a yesterdaydream cos Ill have to be high to drag the sunset down And paint this paling town Bled white So here he comes with the blank expression Especially for me cos he knows I feel the same cos happy and sad come in quick succession Im never going to become what you became Dont you dare disturb me While Im balancing my past cos you cant help or hurt me Like it already has I may not seem quite right But Im not fucked, no quite Bled white Bled white
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