Lyrics of 'Half Holiday' by Fight Amputation

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Your golden child is just
Our favorite smoker
Heading east of nowhere
With a lover's rose
Heading east of nowhere
In his sunday clothes
Heading east of nowhere
With a lover's rose
Too weird to live
Too rare to die
Too fucked to care
A special brand of casualty
Of your special brand of urban planning
The fortunate son
Silver spoon in hand
He's a fortunate son
Silver spoon in hand

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