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salted wounds
you were 20 to 12 mount to 6
it's like you couldn't explain to these bricks
you couldn't rock like you were nikki six
seven scratchures fix me into the place where i'm at
but, think i'm unaware of the fact...
that fashionable spark plates melt my ideas
that nothing's coming to come to pass
nothing in the window, i knew you'd never ask
something's coming closer, but it's not the answer
to the question i knew you'd never ask in the first place
i need an ocean, that'll soak my adidas
in need of lotion, that'll rub on these hands, understand
we're nothing you planned, for
and it's something, your mouth is sore
witness parakeets on a tricycle
my, I’d like to try that
or maybe you’d give me a raw hat
for the trouble you depraved me
