| Fever of mine
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| I want to love you ‘til I break my face, ‘til I break my face, ‘til I break it
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| Fever of mine, I want so bad to put our mouths together, to put our mouths
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| together to…
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| Logic won’t produce magic
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| I just wanna spit and swallow you
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| Masturbationalistic motion picture dream boy
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| Can you hear the tic-toc?
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| Can you hear the tic-toc tic-toc?
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| He’s my motion picture dream boy
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| Sugarcoated poison bite
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| The most sacred thing alive
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| Masturbationalistic
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| Sugarcoated poison bite
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| The most sacred thing alive
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| He’s my motion picture dream boy
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| Masturbationalistic
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| His eyes are highly mystic
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| He’s the object of my fantasies
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| He’s my motion picture dream boy
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| Sugarcoated limerence
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| The most unique characteristics
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| Extrapolation of our chemistry
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| He’s my motion picture dream boy
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| A parade of my projections and the fortress of my obsessions
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| With his powers, he’ll transfigure me
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| He’s my motion picture dream boy
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| I know he won’t live long
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| I can hear the tic-toc of his transitory life in me
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| How could it be that this thing that felt so real wasn’t real?
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| Quite like god, just a comforting illusion
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| And, illusions will keep us alive |