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I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm we can cap the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change well she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad she can read she can read she can read she's bad oh she's bad but it’s different now that I’m poor and ageing I’ll never see this face again you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck we could find new ways of living make playing only logical harm we could top the old times clay-making and nothing else will change but she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad she can read she can read she can read she's bad oh she's bad it's different now that I’m poor and ageing I’ll never see this place againyou'll go stabbing yourself in the neck but it's different now that I’m poor and ageing I’ll never see this place again you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck it's in the way that she poses it's in the things that she puts in my hair her stories are boring and stuff she’s always calling my bluff she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes it apart she puts the weights into my little heart I say she puts the weights into my little heart she packs it away it’s in the way that she was her heaven is never enough she puts the weights in my heart she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart |
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I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm we can cap the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change well she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad she can read she can read she can read she's bad oh she's bad but it’s different now that I’m poor and ageing I’ll never see this face again you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck we could find new ways of living make playing only logical harm we could top the old times clay-making and nothing else will change but she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad she can read she can read she can read she's bad oh she's bad it's different now that I’m poor and ageing I’ll never see this place againyou'll go stabbing yourself in the neck but it's different now that I’m poor and ageing I’ll never see this place again you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck it's in the way that she poses it's in the things that she puts in my hair her stories are boring and stuff she’s always calling my bluff she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes it apart she puts the weights into my little heart I say she puts the weights into my little heart she packs it away it’s in the way that she was her heaven is never enough she puts the weights in my heart she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart |
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I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm we can cap the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change well she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad she can read she can read she can read she's bad oh she's bad but it’s different now that I’m poor and ageing I’ll never see this face again you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck we could find new ways of living make playing only logical harm we could top the old times clay-making and nothing else will change but she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad she can read she can read she can read she's bad oh she's bad it's different now that I’m poor and ageing I’ll never see this place againyou'll go stabbing yourself in the neck but it's different now that I’m poor and ageing I’ll never see this place again you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck it's in the way that she poses it's in the things that she puts in my hair her stories are boring and stuff she’s always calling my bluff she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes it apart she puts the weights into my little heart I say she puts the weights into my little heart she packs it away it’s in the way that she was her heaven is never enough she puts the weights in my heart she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart |
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