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    Mona Lisa Was A Stoner
    
    
    I'm feeling blue when I 
drink alone  I'm feigning death, I 
don't care at all  I'm full of shit, writing's on the 
wall  My cliché is niche, it is my own  My body's a 
temple, it's overflowed  In bed with the 
poison I 
wished you'd cloned   And my mullet's growing, it aches to flow  Eyes photochromatic, the 
sun is home  It's also got [?] iPhones  With touch security, thanks Steve   Mona Lisa was going through it  Screaming, "Good doctor, I 
really blew it  And I 
don't wanna sit through this  Anymore, anymore"  Mona Lisa was just a 
stoner  She would've loved I'm a 
loner  Darling a 
rebel  Smile wide, smile wide   Got a 
new tattoo, got a 
bag of bones  Damned if I 
do, what if I 
don't  Get famous enough  Before I 
change my name or fall in love?  Twist the 
knife, hit the 
floor  Kill the 
lights and kiss  The 
silence between us  In this sacred space of intravenous  Absolution   Mona Lisa was going through it  Screaming, "Good doctor, I 
really blew it  And I 
don't wanna sit through this  Anymore, anymore"  Mona Lisa was just a 
stoner  She would've loved I'm a 
loner  Darling a 
rebel  Smile wide, smile wide   No more journals in my locker  There's no one left for me to talk to  No surprise at nothing cautious  Some of those days have been forgotten  No more journals in my locker  There's no one left for me to talk to  No surprise at nothing cautious  Some of those days have been forgotten   Mona Lisa was going through it  Screaming, "Good doctor, I 
really blew it  And I 
don't wanna sit through this  Anymore, anymore"  Mona Lisa was just a 
stoner  She would've loved I'm a 
loner  Darling a 
rebel  Smile wide, smile wide   No more journals in my locker  There's no one left for me to talk to  No surprise at nothing cautious  Some of those days have been forgotten  No more journals in my locker (flowers bloom and they've got love)  There's no one left for me to talk to (but breaking in your baseball gloves)  No surprise at nothing cautious (probably stupid, righteous stuff)  Some of those days have been forgotten (I'm feeling like I'm not enough)  (Flowers bloom and they've got love  But breaking in your baseball gloves)  
 
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