| Why?:
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| Your heart, the pump, a pop-up bubble,
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| Sending the tiny blood men
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| To every little limb that loves me.
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| Your heart, the pump, a pop-up bubble,
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| Sending the tiny blood men
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| To every little place they can.
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| Sending the tiny blood men
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| To flush another unfertilized egg.
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| And when you’re gone, i nibble at your lip-space.
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| And when you’re gone, i press for the wet pocket.
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| And when you’re gone, all i find is air.
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| And if i swapped your pills for sugar…
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| If i changed your pills to sugar
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| Andrew broder:
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| Head first reverse ocean falling
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| Why?:
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| Your heart, the pump, a pop-up bubble,
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| Sending the tiny blood men. |