| This is the place where I have not yet
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| Begun to learn at
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| At all who I am
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| I’m callin' you, I’m callin' you
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| You don’t have to pick up
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| Just put your iPhone in your pussy
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| I’m callin' you
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| This is the place where I have not yet
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| Begun learn at
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| At all who I am
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| I’m callin' you, I’m callin' you
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| You don’t have to pick up
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| Just put your iPhone in your pussy
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| We share your mind
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| One gray dull point in consciousness
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| I share a universe with a face now
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| I swear its incomplete
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| Violet, growing, smooth and steady
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| Now my body, now my body’s ready
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| Now my body is ready
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| «Clarify my hate with grace.»
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| A grip of shreds tied in lace
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| I can make art out of your face
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| I’m callin' you
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| «It feels like everything becomes a trigger.»
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| This is the place where I have not
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| Not begun to
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| Learn who I am
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| I admire your lineage
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| Her growth like a little friend climbing foliage
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| And I think highly of your abortion
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| Exiled and fused, we end in tune
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| And I think highly of your abortion |