Riding midnight rails on a self esteemed engine
Tapping hopelessly on
When the sun came up on the small back of
Baby, when I met you I knew this was for
Small talk happens in my home town
Bodies walk but don't
At our parties, there's two guys for every girl
At our
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Breathe on me
Never spit your last tooth and never shy
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The sun rose on the understory with a click of
Ghost with a grin outside a skin house
Set in the
Conceptive city soon to contract and birth a child of
We enter rooms at midnight.
With packages of lusts and stuff
The night light shined like nights before
Ashift of a wrist
This family blood runs thourgh me thin as oil in
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