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I hold an image of the ashtray girl 
As the cigarette burns on my chest 
I wrote a poem that described her world 
That put my friendship to the test 
And late at night 
Whilst on all fours 
She used to watch me kiss the floor 
What's wrong with this picture? 

Farewell the ashtray girl 
Forbidden snowflake 
Beware this troubled world 
Watch out for earthquakes 
Goodbye to open sores 
To broken semaphore 
We know we miss her 
We miss her picture 

Sometimes it's faded 
Disintegrated 
For fear of growing old 
Sometimes it's faded 
Assassinated 
For fear of growing old 

Farewell the ashtray girl 
Angelic fruitcake 
Beware this troubled world 
Control your intake 
Goodbye to open sores 
Goodbye and furthermore 
We know we miss her 
We miss her picture 

Sometimes it's faded 
Disintegrated 
For fear of growing old 
Sometimes it's faded 
Assassinated 
For fear of growing old 

Hang on 
Though we try 
It's gone 
Hang on 
Though we try 
It's gone 

Sometimes it's faded 
Disintegrated 
For fear of growing old 
Sometimes it's faded 
Assassinated 
For fear of growing old 
Can't stop growing old...