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14. Ren - Suicide
Angelic Milk - Rebel Black
Rebel Black
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Leaving home tonight
Gimme a ride
Paint my lips and nails rebel black
I'm not coming back
Leaving home tonight
Gimme a ride
Paint my lips and nails rebel black
I'm not coming back
Yesterday you told me
I'm dying here, let's get outta here
Nothing's here I would miss
With my hair waving on the breeze
Somebody's arm over my shoulder
And no use in having to grow older
Nothing's here to make me stay
When the sun flares in an ashtray
And neon lights shine down right on me
Am I still young and finally free
Gonna make my living on
Writing silly songs
Leaning outta window to cry
Love is not a crime
Gonna make my living on
Writing silly songs
Leaning outta window to cry
Love is not a crime
Yesterday you told me
I'm dying here, let's get outta here
Nothing's here I would miss
With my hair waving on the breeze
Somebody's arm over my shoulder
And no use in having to grow older
Nothing's here to make me stay
When the sun flares in an ashtray
And neon lights shine down right on me
Am I still young and finally free
Gimme a ride
Paint my lips and nails rebel black
I'm not coming back
Leaving home tonight
Gimme a ride
Paint my lips and nails rebel black
I'm not coming back
Yesterday you told me
I'm dying here, let's get outta here
Nothing's here I would miss
With my hair waving on the breeze
Somebody's arm over my shoulder
And no use in having to grow older
Nothing's here to make me stay
When the sun flares in an ashtray
And neon lights shine down right on me
Am I still young and finally free
Gonna make my living on
Writing silly songs
Leaning outta window to cry
Love is not a crime
Gonna make my living on
Writing silly songs
Leaning outta window to cry
Love is not a crime
Yesterday you told me
I'm dying here, let's get outta here
Nothing's here I would miss
With my hair waving on the breeze
Somebody's arm over my shoulder
And no use in having to grow older
Nothing's here to make me stay
When the sun flares in an ashtray
And neon lights shine down right on me
Am I still young and finally free
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