Hiding all the steps I take And a voice is under me Digging dirt for Santa Claus Axl Rose in the camera Hiding with the midnight mice Licking up the the moonlight vice It's so hard to fantasize Beating boredom with walnut eyes Broken thumbs walking down the hall Looking dumb never was too tough And you're still washed out Murder on a sunset drive Sing along to mack the wife I laughed so hard I split my side With pretty potions of hematite Little men vacationing in style A compuer runs shout And you're still washed out Digging dirt for Santa Claus Axl Rose in the camera Yeah camera Yeah camera
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