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I'm looking to you I hope more |
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And junk in my heart will be |
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I wanna stretch my skin around you |
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Let you stretch yourself |
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But I stop your hands each time |
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I stop your hands each time each times three |
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And save you each time and save you |
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Angel falls to save your skin |
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She falls under |
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And she carries him with her |
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And save you |
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It was a good night if she got up |
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When she fell down |
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And she found herself in bed alone |
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Spastically romantic and we look for something weirder |
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Don't hate our bodies so bad |
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I'm looking to you I hope more |
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And junk in my pelvic bones will be |
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Each time each times three |
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And save you each time and save you |
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Angel falls to save your skin |
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She falls under |
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And she carries him with her |
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And save you |
