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I catch my breath finally |
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She keeps me calm and suddenly, |
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A relapse on old tricks tryina make a new |
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In his car she finally |
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Tampers with her sexuality |
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Scratching at each other's minds till their in the nude |
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As for me, my loyalty |
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Is only sold illegally |
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To the pantomime crying clown |
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Cry for me whilst upside down |
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Salivating, bloody mouth |
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Or passionately bloody mouth |
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And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum |
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For the static rustling |
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Plug me in, the record spins |
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And treat me like i wasn't someone that you knew |
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Annabelle she reads my dreams |
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Surrounding me in casualties, |
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But i don't get mad cause i know it's what you do |
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Over-priced phonologies |
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Brittle man he dress like me |
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Like the pantomime crying clown |
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Cry for me whilst upside down |
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Salivating, bloody mouth |
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Or passionately bloody mouth |
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And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum |
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She creates it |
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For her own |
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Her perfect body |
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She is perfect |
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Lonely |
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And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum |
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She creates it |
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For her own |
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Her perfect body |
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She is perfect |
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Lonely |
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Like the pantomime |
