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stable in my world, i balance. my thoughts sometimes become occupied by moods unknown. stimulate my tissue, until i'm sore. stimulate my brain, and i'll keep coming back for more. it doesn't matter what you think or what you do. cause i can think of a dozen sexy ways to waste my time with you. a penny for my thoughts that you could not afford to hear. libras can't confront, but in the end i'll be more clear. stimulate my tissue, until i'm sore. stimulate my brain, and i'll keep coming back for more. it doesn't matter what you think or what you do. cause i can think of a dozen sexy ways to waste my time with you.
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i hope yr sick today. just tell me you need meds, cuz it's the only way you'll talk to me again. I hope yr drunk tonight, enough to call me up, cuz it's the only way you'll talk to me again. on and off you flip the switch, how'd it ever come to this?? no one likes the things you say, i don't like you anyway. glances, waves, and jealousy, don't think yr being ignored. you've just caught my shifty eye. yr being adored. on and off you flip the switch, how'd it ever come to this?? no one likes the things you say, i don't like you anyway. on and off.
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(the last night of what we agreed was the best year. so much wine, you missed yr stop on the wine train. handle broke, jump in the snow, feels like you got sunburn. hold my hand, yr so hard to read but i like it better that way) (to start my car, i pushed from behind, with you a passenger, as momentum, gained i couldn't catch up to the car, you slammed your foot on the brake and you saved the day, if you did not, do what you had to do, you would be dead) its relative, we don't have lives to live no more. this full car: heading straight toward an oil truck. its relative, we don't have lives to live no more. this full car, if we don't die on impact. (killing time, dance or sit in the parking lot. enemies, a year has passed and now trust is a given. handle broke, jump in the snow, feels like you got sunburn. hold my hand, yr so hard to read but i like it better that way.) (to start my car, i pushed from behind, with you a passenger, as momentum, gained i couldn't catch up to the car, you slammed your foot on the brake and you saved the day, if you did not, do what you had to do, you would be dead) stay this way, so that i can see what not to be. these wounds are real, i actually bled all over my black flag t shirt. its relative, we don't have lives to live no more. this full car: heading straight toward an oil truck. its relative, we don't have lives to live no more. this full car, if we don't die on impact we'll die some other way
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