Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armor of drunken lust
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I think when our clothes were on we had a different image of
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What this was supposed to be
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My buzz allowed me to slip into you more comfortably
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Here's what I intended, and here is the truth(x2)
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The soundtrack to our meeting fills the awkward spaces between our strained breathing
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And the only thing between, between the two of us, is your blood and our sweat
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Here's what I intended, and here is the truth(x2)
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Here is the truth (x3)
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I'll disguise this whining with melody, and I hope that it leaves, leaves you intrigued
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And I hope you feel, feel what I did
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The time that this was
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This was...
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The silence is pleasing
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Between our breathing now
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Its over with
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This is not what I intended
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Thin Layer
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| The Honorary Title |
