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I used to see you every day |
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I used to see you every day |
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I danced around your folk and soul |
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I danced to all your fucking soul |
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I left you with your nose a bleedin' |
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And your toes creepin' around |
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Ah so mundane and incomplete |
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Hand me down my pants |
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And get me off this street |
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I'm passed out in your garden |
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I'm in, I can't get off so soft |
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I'd pop myself in your body |
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I'd come into your party but |
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I'm soft |
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Behind the fringe of a whiskey high |
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Mutilating cat like eyes |
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And in your nose blood decadence |
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You try to drag me into your bohemian dancing |
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Ah, you paint my fingers and you paint my toes |
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You let your perfect nipple show |
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I'm passed out in your garden |
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I'm in, I can't get off so soft |
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I'd pop myself in your body |
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I'd come into your party but |
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I'm soft, but I'm soft |
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I'm passed out in your garden |
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I'm in, I can't get off so soft |
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I'd pop myself in your body |
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I'd come into your party but |
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I'm soft |
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I'm passed out in your garden |
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I'm in, I can't get off so soft |
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I'd pop myself in your body |
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I'd come into your party but |
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I'm soft |
