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Boy boy boy boy |
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wraps his arm around a skinny thing |
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naked around, naked around, naked around |
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naked around the middle |
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she's a sleepwalker with an expensive bag |
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cruising cubicles |
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cash thrills |
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cruising and thinking, a cap and hood |
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straps hanging down your black legs |
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(pig pig pig pig |
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stick that word out at your best mark |
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remember, remember, remember, remembering) |
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all your sundays come back to haunt me |
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i like to hurt myself like this sometimes |
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what you want from me this time |
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do you want a spoon |
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carrying another wound |
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like an addiction |
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when you caught your affliction |
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i'm in a rage, i'm in a rage, i'm in a rage |
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i knew i refused to hand it over |
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burn me, burn me, burn me, burn me |
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i know what's going to happen next |
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(stood at the next table touching the lips with love) |
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okay now it's clear you can look |
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clean clean |
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there's something (chromium) |
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tattooed dad is getting dirty |
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and a (tired thing, boooze) |
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off with your head off with your head |
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your razor wire beauty |
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you're going straight, you're going straight, you're going straight |
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but sometimes you gotta show them |
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i like to hurt myself like this sometimes |
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what you want from me this time |
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do you want a spoon |
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carrying another wound |
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like an addiction |
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when you caught your affliction |
