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The clientele: |
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Your kin and friends taking their bodies in |
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And trading them for ends. |
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We took our bodies and we put them up |
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To fend against their bodies and the cycle never ends. |
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Taste it! |
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Taste it! |
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What are we now? |
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Two eyes and seven seams all working |
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To show how much we need to feel permission |
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To go forget our bodies and just taste it, taste it? |
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They're busy pissing family colors out. |
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Going out dinner with our mothers now. |
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Coming back and tucking in our daughters now. |
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But they don't know what they're doing |
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Because they don't know how to damage how we love. |
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So they damage what we love. |
