Toilet full of barf,
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feel their tongues wrap around your neck like a scarf.
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Ingest the tiny white fish, throw up the dreams all over the bowl,
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for which you have wished.
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A splash of water on your face, a total loss of time and place
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your mind and heart begin to race!
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A journey through the pipes I have to puruse I'M CHASING YOU!
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Then from the pier, the juice has washed out to sea.
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But on the bench, a Friday the 13th.
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The smell floats around like a kite,
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and you'll remember when you're crying in your bed at night.
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I've got this flower in the field of sight!
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And as young 'um, you aspire to become the wrethced demon who takes
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anyone from anyone leaving a hardened shell to bake in the Boston sun!
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Walk up the stairs, to taste her spit like chewing gum.
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And your fingers slip together while they pinch around the naked plum.
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In a sea of splinters and smokestacks - Feeling so mundane - Ejecting
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all the pain. I look down and I noticed your hands splittin' - while
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installing your novacaine! From the chin, saliva traced. You're slowly
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dripping down the neck and then the nipple taste. Moving into the field
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tolet your tongue baste. Leave the phone on top of me. There's
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something around 5AM we start to see.
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Friday The 13th
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December Wolves |