| «This was a dead end a minute ago.»
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| «No, thats the dead end, behind you!»
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| Kush distractions hush your brain waves
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| Hush angelic voices cuz kush saves
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| Kush! |
| Kush! |
| Kush! |
| Kush! |
| Kush! |
| Kush! |
| Kush! |
| Kush!
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| A low-level format is complete
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| I make the bed with sheets of hurt
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| I promise I wish I wanted more
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| I fill the bed with dreams of hurt
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| I know you wish I wanted more
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| There’s always something there for trial and trauma
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| Inner-living
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| Dusky shadows skid into creeping crevices
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| You’ll always be a part of me
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| You’ll always delete a part of me
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| Less and less and less and less and less and less and less and less and
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| Less and less and less and less and lessen less and lessen-less and
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| Lessons in your sanitary quite contrary slut-shamed fuck-less
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| Sorry I slut-shamed your fuck-list
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| I’m sorry I slut-shamed your fuck-list
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| I’m sorry
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| I sense the fur and feathers near
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| I feel the lure of tongue-tied fear
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| I watched the film crack and fall
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| You’re almost gone after-all |