Sweetness
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i want you near this
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sweetness
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with all that healing
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you take these spiders lifely
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your short stem to happy families
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one of us should tear it up
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and one of use should cut the cord
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bouldered in this fat collapsed
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and rushed upon the street is way out
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sweetness your hair is silver
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the best place ive ever been in
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take these as long as a sentence
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with you these pictions whispers
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one of us is good enough to
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bowl and fin and cut the cord
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spit it out that shiny mouth
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and rush upon the street
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is a way out
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used to last for a thousand years
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flushed with tears, millionaires
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shouldve been seen as a monument
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but it was not meant
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was hell bent
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sweetness
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was i too local
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you and your care for travel,
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i leave, the disco's slow now
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sudden with teardrops shining
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one of us should tear it up
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one of use should cut the cord
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bouldered in this fat collapsed
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and rushed upon the street is a way out
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used to last for a thousand years
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like these tears, millionaires
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shouldve been seen as a monument
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but it was not meant
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was hell bent
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Sweetness
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| Longpigs |
