| «Where are you going now, your
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| Your fucking proud
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| Look, it is not your tired etc, etc, etc
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| I said I am sorry
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| You know, I am sorry
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| I am more sorry to you now
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| Moved apart and we alwys imagined it
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| I won’t say why
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| It’s alright, I told you
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| It won’t happen again.»
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| So what contraception’s an angel gonna use
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| When his little halo his little halo
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| Went and split went and split
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| His little halo went and split
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| Held her arms length
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| Disgusted fingertip bids him
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| What eeny weeny tales you gonna chase behind
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| Behind the line in the bible, snooks
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| A line from the bible
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| It’ll be alright
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| It’ll be more careful
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| It’ll be more careful
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| And it’ll be beautiful
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| And remember with pinky tongue touched to his nose
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| Little wet nose
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| Adoration and juice in those
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| Fresh for sniffing curly girls
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| Girls drunk on and cherry cherubim
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| Yum Yum
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| What can you do for him?
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| You cannot sweat enough beneath him
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| Touch him, but you cannot reach him
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| Scream, squeeze the sea and and hail the breeze from the surf
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| My way’s from jesus
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| Squeeze fucking squeeze fucking squeeze
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| Squeeze it squeeze it squeeze
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| Beneath the light we chose the one you need to see
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| And tunnel so thoughtfully
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| Darling of raspberry
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| Lip bit
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| Mother and shit shit shit
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| But angel’s on a misson to earn redemptive ears
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| So what does an angel use
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| What does an angel do
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| What does an angel chose to do
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| Earn geometrical halos perfecto
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| Shown rusted desperate graffiti
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| Scroll beneath the hundreth cove of god
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| And upon pterodactyl’s brow wins
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| Fingers tear out no wings, no feathers
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| No double sixes
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| You lose, move away from the table
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| Move away
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| The click of necklace, glass, and teeth
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| Are misty those windows from breath
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| Smeared, crying, prying
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| See
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| Do not penetrate me, oh my angel
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| Do not penetrate me
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| Do not penetrate me, oh my angel
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| For no angel surely would
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| For no angel surely would
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| Not one a little more love to grow
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| Just not one a little more love |