This time the glove is latex
This time the suit
Barely a secret
Rusted metal
Anxiously
Too sick to fix it
Hope the lock
Blew the dust off a wooden box
And set it
Pack your bags and leave tonight
Can’t you see that there’s
Your troop has landed
And you’re on the run
You’re out there
Sick. I’m walking
Tick? I’m talking.
Down the street and I’m sick
Of
Ah oOoOo
OHWOAH OH
OH
Coming back from surgery
comin up on 17
some kind
I want to be your valentine
I want to spike your
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