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These days you're waking up in a bundle of orgasm |
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These days your jism lines all the windows in your kitchen |
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I found my heaven stocked in a medical waiting room |
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Each patient plastered, sleeveless and leaving before they're called |
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I know you're searching for something less psychological |
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Those days are gone so long oh well son of a gun |
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Was tired, weak and frail in the belly of your whale |
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We tried suction speak in a vacuum with a leak |
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Get out my guide and on the way I find the best places to stay |
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Waking on the east-bound side and easy feeling overly west |
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Wasting all our time under the gun of ambiguity again |
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These days you're waking up in a bundle of orgasm |
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These days your wisdom lines all the windows in your kitchen |
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I found my heaven stocked in a mating room wedical |
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I know you're searching for something less psychological |
