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Baby's putting on her make-up |
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Her mouth is swollen as arose |
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Countdown, she wraps her legs around him |
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Weightless, she's taking off her clothes |
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Candy, colours in her pocket |
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Bright children hiding in their rooms |
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Soft toys spread across her pillows |
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Self-annihilation couldn't come too soon |
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Where's your gravity? |
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Where's your mind? |
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Share your thoughts with me |
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Waste my time |
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Slow down, nothing's gonna save you |
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Ice-cream dripping from your spoon |
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Oh, but come now, you're always telling stories |
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Bare-foot, walking on the moon |
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Wake up, and someone's bound to tell you |
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Your pretty face is gone to hell |
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So find them, something you can trade with |
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Hand-make something you can sell |
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Where's your gravity? |
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Where's your mind? |
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Share your thoughts with me |
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Waste my time |
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Where's your gravity? |
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Where's your mind? |
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Share your thoughts with me |
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Waste my time |