Oh, the motor in the back of your neck
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Is begging and calling for sex
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And the lizards are laying some monstrous eggs
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In an entropic tropical mess.
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While you're sleeping, I'm crawling,
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I've crept to the edge of the bed
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Where you've slept for a thousand nights alone
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In a cavern you call home.
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I'm here so let's do this.
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Your hands on my legs,
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You say the things I want to hear.
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Let's please just keep touching.
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I don't wanna think.
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Please keep me from thinking.
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I missed your name! Can I hear it again?
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I missed your name! Can I hear it again?
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While you were talking my eyes kept walking
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Down the walkway of your neckline
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So I didn't hear you begging. Can I hear it again?
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So many dreams have left me tired, waking up and shaking on my own.
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I ignored a ticking clock to call you and made a weapon of my phone.
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Poor judgment and bankrupt morals!
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A girl without a penny for her thoughts!
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I guess I like you cheap.
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I guess that conscience long since rot has sent me spiraling
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So lost into the planet of your skin.
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There's a fear that we will end that just won't let me begin.
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And though I have no qualms with lust,
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Your body is a howling, haunted petting zoo that I really shouldn't touch.
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And as I'm walking out the door for good,
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I turn around to look at you and you're...
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You're already undressed!
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If I draw near, do you disappear?
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If I stay away, will you call my name?
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Properties Of Friction
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| A Lot Like Birds |
