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Last night while i was asleep i washed |
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Away my pores and had my last |
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Conversation with you the way i usually can. |
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There were whirring little spinners |
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That tickled the rough of my hands |
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And a weekend exchange of what i want |
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You to know just in case you |
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Wanted me to take your hand |
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Well i can see the blazing good |
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And my love for your mellow soul |
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And i can't hate you 'cause you're free |
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And you'll be wealthy when you're old |
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Kissing in the flaccid points between our |
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Sin soaked night, and we spin wax with favoring dream mixing our heads |
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Up with weak, there were moments which i would regret and then later ask why |
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And when i went outside as if nobody knew |
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But the sky, to whom i made shady deals |
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Regarding money and girls |
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And i can't be done with cheap thrills |
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And when i thought i felt safe |
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While i could scrape at my old love |
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There was a mountain of new taste |
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Hey motion eye, oh how you've turned |
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Into a certain type of ugly person |
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When your ship has sailed then all |
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Of your shit will fly away |
