| The bond that we built it will linger
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| I can still taste all the cum on my fingers from being with you
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| This what we do
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| When were stuck in psychosis
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| With nothing to lose
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| I woke up in a loop
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| You have a mark
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| It will not leave your body you’re forever scared
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| It’s too many faces
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| The old need ones replacements
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| Impulsive patience
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| Is me and it all makes sense
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| I am
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| Shattering apart
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| Kill me in a park
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| Take me to a vet
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| Put me down
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| I had nothing left
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| But a cigarette
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| And some fucked up clothes
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| After every lie know truth unfolds
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| Sooner or later
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| Your lies won’t cater
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| Man, fuck this crater
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| Fuck what were made of
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| Aye
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| Yu-ah, another lie?
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| I could see the future even if I had no eyes
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| But we’re inside of the present
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| I know you think of my presence
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| The essence of all the memories pushing you to depression
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| My mental compass direction, magnetizing my hate
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| Did not intend to start loving you, sorry this was belated
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| I see the change in your faces
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| The bond that we built it will linger
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| I can still taste all the cum on my fingers from being with you
|
| This what we do
|
| When were stuck in psychosis
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| With nothing to lose
|
| I woke up in a loop
|
| The bond that we built it will linger
|
| I can still taste all the cum on my fingers from being with you
|
| This what we do
|
| When were stuck in psychosis
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| With nothing to lose
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| I woke up in a loop |