| A specular game… waiting for the umpteenth orgasm
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| Trying to capture that moment and channel 28 years
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| In few frames showing me the sense of a life
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| I BELIEVE IN FRIENDSHIP — but the best friends I ever had
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| Still remain DESPERATION + BLOOD
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| The frame’s gone — another mouth’s filled with cum
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| We can keep on existing in a perpetual motion of money
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| Physiologic urges, convenience, politeness
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| Discard of the non-essential
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| I’VE BEEN USED FOR AN ETERNITY
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| And I’m glad to disappoint
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| Those who’d expect me to do the same
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| THE FRAME’S GONE — AS WELL AS THE HERMIT-CRAB CULT
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| I HAD ON MY SHOULDERS
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| How many friendships have been spoiled up to death
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| How many eyes corroded by despair
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| It’s the hability to handle the void we have inside
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| To manipulate the others thru sense-needs and lies
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| (love) MAKES THE WORLD BURN NOT GO ROUND
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| MAKES THE WORLD BURN NOT GO ROUND
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| How many friendships spoiled up to death |