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Beautiful disease |
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Trying to stop those fleas |
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Resist complacences |
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For what you seize |
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Sinister laughing in back corners of my mind |
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Provides my sustinence |
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A no handed attempt |
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A rude man at the front |
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The right bowed to but dead |
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Accomplished undertone |
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Shoveling to the def |
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Out of your other lips |
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But making me happy |
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Three in the front room |
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Are fucking on top of my bed |
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Uplifting opening |
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Old scars thought of as healed |
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Say your prayers for your hate |
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A nympho to yourself |
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And now my face it breathes my lies |
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And my lies, they make me drown |
