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Clocking smiles with playful crap* |
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Tip my jar, go **** yourself |
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Selling life to myself |
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What a bore, I'll check right out |
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Walk that walk, talk and talk |
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Kiss my touch I'm breaking off |
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Checking out with a grin |
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Crush the thoughts that break right in |
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Taste your taste that blots your mind |
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Run the circles hand to hand |
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Taste your taste that blots your mind |
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Blot the thoughts that cut your mind |
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Look inside your blank mind |
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look for what was left in me |
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It's a lost cause, lost time |
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I know, I think you'll find |