(So far I'll lay low in pretense and smack your body)
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(Legs up, some hair pull, its retro, oops I call shotty)
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(So scram and branded, the pylon, it's silver ion)
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(Blowing glass, insurgent mask, the thickest trap door covered in ice)
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Stay close innocent
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The signs to hide his scent
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No room for ghosts
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(The lock and legs are set to bank in someone's home)
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(Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan)
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(The lifeless shit of mess)
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(Confusing ice cream cone)
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(If you can't read my text then get a mind read phone)
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(It's okay, I have no legs)
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(On this bra sailing gen)
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(You? Right, day?)
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Oh, jump on top as I wander around
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(Get the best of this no down pre-lay)
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Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
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My body starts to sort it out
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Hey, jump on top as I wander around
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(Get the best of this no down pre-lay)
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Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
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My body starts to sort it out
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(Package this in seedy tones)
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(You mock a painless death, we'll beat your dome)
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(You're softly blocking mess, so fly him home)
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(With a racist comment, the leaky chrome, what's up?)
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(A toxic note confess, a soap caress)
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(A simple notion comment for less)
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(But I like my nest)
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(I wanna call it my mess)
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(Cause the last time I cried, the world got drenched)
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Oh, and I swear this won't end quick
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(We came back for this)
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It won't
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(We came back for this)
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Oh, and I swear this won't end quick
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(We came back for this)
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It won't
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(We came back like this)
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Oh, jump on top as I wander around
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(Get the best of this no down pre-lay)
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Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
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My body starts to sort it out
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Hey, jump on top as I wander around
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(Get the best of this no down pre-lay)
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Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
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My body starts to sort it out
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How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm not coming back?
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How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm not coming back?
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How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm not coming back?
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How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm never going to find my place
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I'm not coming back
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No
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(I blamed the fact of my division, so long in temporary places)
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(The long lost pitch of your invention lay hidden bond inside its place)
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(When something less will come together and solid walls will fall apart)
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(So lately piece of mind is setting, when did the weather taste so tart?)
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(Will running solve a contradiction of makeshift tomes and revelations)
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(The pious price of buying diction, a speech I never should have made)
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The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 2 1/2
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| Dance Gavin Dance |
