Chrome Leather
I go about my own things
I don't realize
I'm living for two
She’s got pain in her eyes
but I'm slowly caring less
Biq up yourself
get a chin or two
Black up the place
away from baby blue
Stick a needle in someone who cares
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She's got chrome leather
running everything within her
I don't know why she needs me
She's got chrome leather
running everything within her
She is just a machine
I don't care if you want to love
someone you can’t see
But don't use it to
try and get the better out of me
Flashing cards, but you're flat broke, dear
But I do like the kind of things
that happen in your head
Bo gravity there
No particles that make us matter
just a ton of semi-conductive silicone
CHORUS
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