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