Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart

Stone Temple Pilots

Tiny Music... Songs From The Vatican Gift Shop

Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway
Take a look at eye full towers, never trust them dirty liars
Sippin' lemon yellow booze, old lead belly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day, keep on trippin' anyway

I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch, skinned up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life Vicks vapor life, and when you binge, I purge alike
Let go, it's harder holding on, one more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up, keep it on, just a whisper, I'll be gone
Take a breath and make it big, it's the last you'll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose, it's the last you'll ever choose

I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be

I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be

I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade 

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