My love is mutilation
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She moves from the east and western divides
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She controls the ocean we make like a typhoon to kill up our time
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Formed last mai exit juin enter juillet
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She's a cold break from the sun ask anyone
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and her tide creeps like a bug into my lungs
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Kick snare kill these beats and hi-hats
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my blood moves in the rhythm of a kick kick her love is mutilation
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We fall from the east and western divides, she flows like the ocean a never-ending
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way to kill up our time
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Formed last mai exit juin enter juillet
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Stiches through the pictures she's a needle in the sewing maching
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Fabric worn by angels something wicked like an anchor pulling down my sin is complication
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Held down at the station for questioning
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Juillet
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| Loudermilk |
