| Echo humming down to your backbone
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| Wake up sonny where did your clothes go
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| And spider web you sawed
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| So in your birds
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| And hards on cross legs you bend
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| Bend to be hurt
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| My eyes are for my love
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| Closed arms, clothes in water
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| And keep the skin under your dress
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| If only you used to play with
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| And you know I’m not a fighter
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| So glue your arms on your side
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| You won’t love, love
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| You won’t love, love
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| And windows foggy pressed in the lipstick
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| Legs are only covered in plastic
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| And all you want is some loving
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| Seen on the skin of the skin
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| My eyes are for my love
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| Closed arms, clothes in water
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| And keep the skin under your dress
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| If only you used to play with
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| And you know I’m not a fighter
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| So glue your arms on your side
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| You won’t love, love
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| You won’t love, love
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| And dragons in my spine
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| Breathing words of fire
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| And feel lips my guns are held
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| To the skin he felt and hands she held
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| Closed arms, clothes in water
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| And keep the skin under your dress
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| If only you used to play with
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| And you know I’m not a fighter
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| So glue your arms on your side
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| You won’t love, love
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| You won’t love, love
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| You won’t love, love
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| You won’t love, love |