Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class
Why
If you are born with it
It's a gift you won't
Your inner scream haunts me
Your tantalizing taunts me
Your inner scream
I am a whore so I sleep with boys
It isn't
We're coming
They're going
They're smoking their hash
Spending your address
We'v
Hear soft echoes
The drums in the distance
Like buried treasure
I'm measuring
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven . . .
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
A,b,c,d,e
B-a-d d-a-y
Spel
For all those who wanna analyze me
For all those who
You're like the missing piece
Of a day's old puzzle
Try to
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