The clientele:
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Your kin and friends taking their bodies in
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And trading them for ends.
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We took our bodies and we put them up
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To fend against their bodies and the cycle never ends.
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Taste it! Taste it!
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What are we now?
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Two eyes and seven seams all working
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To show how much we need to feel permission
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To go forget our bodies and just taste it, taste it?
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They're busy pissing family colors out.
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Going out dinner with our mothers now.
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Coming back and tucking in our daughters now.
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But they don't know what they're doing
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Because they don't know how to damage how we love.
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So they damage what we love.
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Everybody Ruins
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| Q And Not U |
