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I hold an image of the ashtray girl

As the cigarette burns on my chest

I wrote a poem that described her world

That put my friendship to the test

And late at night

Whilst on all fours

She used to watch me kiss the floor

What's wrong with this picture?

What's wrong with this picture?

Farewell the ashtray girl

 Forbidden snowflake

Beware this troubled world

 Watch out for earthquakes

 Goodbye to open sores

 To broken semaphore

 We know we miss her

We miss her picture

Sometimes it's faded

Disintegrated

 For fear of growing old

Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated

 For fear of growing old

Farewell the ashtray girl

Angelic fruitcake

Beware this troubled world

Control your intake

Goodbye to open sores

Goodbye and furthermore

We know we miss her

We miss her picture

Sometimes it's faded

Disintegrated

For fear of growing old

Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated

For fear of growing old

Hang on

Though we try

It's gone

Hang on

Though we try

It's gone

Sometimes it's faded

Disintegrated

For fear of growing old

Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated

For fear of growing old

Can't stop growing old...