Stone Temple Pilots - Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart
From the album: Tiny Music... Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop (1996)
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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 'ole' leadbelly 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, but 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, but 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