I'm looking to you I hope more
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And junk in my heart will be
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I wanna stretch my skin around you
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Let you stretch yourself
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But I stop your hands each time
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I stop your hands each time each times three
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And save you each time and save you
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Angel falls to save your skin
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She falls under
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And she carries him with her
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And save you
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It was a good night if she got up
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When she fell down
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And she found herself in bed alone
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Spastically romantic and we look for something weirder
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Don't hate our bodies so bad
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I'm looking to you I hope more
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And junk in my pelvic bones will be
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Each time each times three
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And save you each time and save you
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Angel falls to save your skin
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She falls under
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And she carries him with her
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And save you
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Angel
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| Throwing Muses |
