In the middle of the side of the road
I'm a cynical baby
So your god fell in love with the war
Well he's only your god
I'm the first male lesbian
I feel less being jaded
The gayest straight boy that you'll ever meet
And I meet everyone only not in the flesh
Easy, hopeless admiration of a Hollywood home
Easy, hopeless admiration
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood home
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood hole
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood home
We're living in
In the middle of the side of the road
I'm a cynical baby
So your god fell in love with the war
He never knew why but hell, he made a fault
Easy, hopeless admiration of a Hollywood home
Easy, hopeless admiration
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood home
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood hole
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood home
We're living in
Heads tied to a rolling sculpture
Limp feet proceede to hold me up
Easy, hopeless admiration of a Hollywood home
Easy, hopeless admiration
Easy, hopeless admiration of a Hollywood home
Easy, hopeless admiration
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood home
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood hole
We're living in, we're living in a Hollywood home
We're living in, we're living in
We're living in
We're living in
We're living in
We're living in, we're living in
Now that you've come home
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