Suicide Machine

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Elliott Smith - Pop

Suicide Machine

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Baby got a place in the sun Selling people shade Renting out a room in a remote little corner Of profits promenade Talking on the phone Waiting for a ring Well, everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine I'll be riding forth on my pony If you wanna see me tonight Dressed in black, up at the line of attack By my counterpart in white Can't look every way Gonna move the street Everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine Everything's all right 'Cept for how it seems And everybody wants to turn me into a suicide machine Baby got a place in the sun I had to shade my eyes I don't think I'll ever know anyone besides you But it's no surprise I know what you want And I got what you need But everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine Everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine Everybody's trying to turn me into a suicide machine

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