Tower

She climbs the tower, gun in hand
 Every day at 5 pm
 She has a ball she has a friend
 She kills imaginary men
 Kills them with her lipstick head
 But she's safe from them
 Cause they don't understand
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 My guts fell out on top of my head
 I'll live without them
 I have my days for sure
 But I don't count them
 When everything's just right
 I'll come down off my mountain
 I'm out of sorts right now
 By then I will have found them
 Don't call me the wierd one
 I watch them come and go all night
 I serve them, listen to their shit
 These people just aren't right
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