inside my belly, there's scars made of jelly
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they (dance) on a teddy, on aging faces friendly
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her sweet smile's getting dusty
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just trust for love
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don't eat for taste
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vile juice, swallow spit reason
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angry scab crack split
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let them all stay out me
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came (moan-a-moan) from a dubway
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(let them all stay out of me)
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don't turn 'em on, it's not (?)
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our glass fur's riding today
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just trust for love
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don't eat for taste, don't go away
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fresh still limbed blue love toy
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painting slimmed away
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don't dance, dust dance, dancing
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don't fuck that slow one
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save yourself for me
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just trust for love, save yourself for me
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don't eat for taste, save yourself for me
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Scab
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| A.R. Kane |
