Yeah, yeah!
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The worms they crack like words and
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Turn you teeth up and run,leave.
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I'm all drinks.
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So i clean
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I fall down.
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Should i fit these.
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So politely.
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All praises sugar coated.
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Looking between her mouth and mine.
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I got scars from dirty scratches.
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Scabs and ashes.
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The back of your mouth!
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In this exchange I often touch myself,
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To go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
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Just passing through,
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Not stopping by,
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Not saying hi,
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Girl you can't kill a liar.
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You throw up everywhere yeah!
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Enjoy the cup and coffee.
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I am the puddle.
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Make me.
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Dancing hoes and stagnance. okay.
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These words are sugar coated.
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Crossed up they still cut out to touch.
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Got scars from dirty scratches.
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Scabs and ashes.
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The back of your mouth!
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In this exchange I often touch myself,
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To go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
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Just passing through,
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Not stopping by,
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Not saying hi,
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Girl you can't kill a liar.
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You can't kill...can't kill, can't kill you can't kill-(whispered)
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In this exchange I often touch myself,
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to go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
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just passing through,
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not stopping by now,
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not saying hi,
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girl you can't kill a liar.
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girl you can't kill a liar.
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girl you can't kill a liar.
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girl you can't kill a liar.
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girl you can't kill a liar.
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Yeah yeah!
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The Back Of Your Mouth
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| The Used |
