Ava

I saw the knife, now I'm leaning forwards

Straight city light cut me down to size

Now the bums are dreaming about their Tall Boys

And I can't even open my eye

Tell me, Ava, are you trying to get high?

I hope the floor holds this time

Look at you trying to dance

You're a silent romancer making your time

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And the sidewalk bleeds to make your time

So where's your mother, where's your father

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I said, Ava are you trying to get high?

I hope the floor holds this time

Try to dance in our subtle romance tonight[?]

While you're making your time

While you're making your time

While you're making your time