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HIP GLOSS It's raining rhinestones right above your head and I never thought remembering your downfall would make me feel so dead I'd reinvent my homemade self-defense If I thought revolution would even make a dent And all that remains is your regret, surprise that's all you get And all of the champagne can't unwreck your remnants of respect So tell me why can't I just let it be / just leave it alone I'm always staring too long into the sights of the sun like it's somehow. could transform me / like it's some kinda perfect god on loan It's get too serious, we watch it come between us so casually So tell me why can't I take control of me I'm moving to my room without a view where I can pretend to forget the world & ponder you If I could render all the curves around your hip gloss then I could make the lonely feel even more loss But guess what we're deterioration, guess what we're the rest I know it's not the rich division, it's risk & ruin when you lose the bet Written by: Steven Gullett
Year: 1999.13 Performed by: Solo Recordings: Elyria Tape Rec. 1/28/00, 4-Track Chords: C F7 Am G C F Em Em7 A Bm Cmaj7 A Bm Cmaj7 D C D Em C x3 C D Em'7 Em C |