Death To The Pixies Lyrics - 1997

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From distant star
To this here bar
The me, the you
Where are we now?
Horray the blues
Of everyone
Allison

Keeps a smile
Around a while
He took no fright
And jettisoned
We'll go tonight
To hear him tell
"oh well"
Allison
Allison

And when the planet hit the sun
I saw the face of allison
Allison
Allison