a common meeting place two shoulders and two face and everyone has something good to say i'm hearing songs that i feel somehow beaten by and everyone has something good to say oh i get greedy for you...
You know you don't love me but you still want to touch me feel my body well It makes me feel ugly want to use me emotionally abuse me show the rope and dangle It above me want the truth and nothing...
she got high on her own sweet juice picked up the phone and wired to the moon finding Friday's tracks in the sand scratched the horse with both of her hands She broke her nails and made my body hurt...
Hey i saw right through ya Expertise in being choozzy Sceptic aura is not groovy But karmic beauties coming back To put you on a different track Current moves in all directions Spreading lefty...

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Blood on his hands, blood on his feet It's the trial of the century Set him free and fill your wallet It's your choice, so go on and call it You call it justice; I call it shit But we're gonna have to...