is your skin a nervous wreck whatever shape
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it's in and this longevity, believe me feels this good
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and what for you to worry, I wont bring you down...
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and there's something about this obsesssion
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and if you people manage in disposession
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all these worlds are all for me and if you never call for me
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then refrigerate after opening and take your mind off of dwelling on this
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and your kiss of tequila lips on me
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please say you're reading say you're reading me
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and I will sin
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and I will lie
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I will then live
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and I will die
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I will disguise
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and I will rise...
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shut up, you don't know anything...
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Newsong
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| Ashengrace |
