Ashbury Heights Mad Lyrics

Make a spade King of hearts I was made from spare parts

I was born into arms How they’d scorn my lack of charms

Mad Can’t you see that I am mad what a blessing to be mad
Now I thrive on solitude Dead alive altitude

Proximity frightens me All I see is devilry

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