| Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost
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| scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts
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| My head’s close to your closet door.
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| I’ve got the glass to my ear. |
| My nose is in your
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| business I smell something fishy here.
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| I hear bones rattling. |
| Poems battling for space and time
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| Phones that’ll ring when I make judgement calls with pick-up lines
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| Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone
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| It just gets aggrivating masterbatingto a dial tone.
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| I’m the home to run-away trains of thought
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| My one track mind is a collision inter-course where victim’s cross,
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| Bedroom eyes… uncross their legs exposing inner thighs
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| I disrobe and show my most convincing disguise.
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| I’ve lived so many lives each death has left my face scarred
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| Hid so many lies under my breath that I can’t face God
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| Dig into my mind deep enough you’ll find a graveyard
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| I get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains hard
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| Don’t cry, girl. |
| Let me outline your short comings
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| While my world is full of them and they’re all in the long runnings
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| It’s all fun and games. |
| It’s all done in vane. |
| It’s all a ----ing shame
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| I ain’t the one but I’m the one to complain?
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| I’m the one to come home.Compare.Contrast.Come fast
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| Make love to the present, fuck the past
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| Make love to the present, fuck the past. |
| Nothing lasts
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| Don’t you dare worry about the morning aftermath
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| (yeah!)
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| Don’t you love how much you paid for your education? |
| (yeah)
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| Don’t you love your job and spending every day there? |
| (yeah)
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| Don’t you love your girl? |
| You have such a healthy relationship. |
| (yeah)
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| Don’t you love having that break-up sex, that make-up sex? |
| (yeah)
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| Taking an acid bath, pissing on the shower curtain
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| The gal just laughs and starts dissing my towel turban
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| I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I’m certain
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| Now my task is just to get up in her like I was a surgeon!
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| I’m a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset
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| My dirty skin gets cleansed by the summer sweat
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| Self, have some respect! |
| I don’t need you new and clean
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| But I don’t want the procedure routine!
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| A screw machine! |
| with a few bolts loose. |
| robot response touch tone
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| Hair trigger, happy-go-lucky emotion monger wants a love poem
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| Run home. |
| dip into your closet and jump bones
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| Your secret admirer’s stuck higher up and he’s unknown.
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| Looking down on you. |
| can you bare the burden? |
| my ears are hurting
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| I found a few gears are turning
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| With squeaky wheels. |
| they get the grease cuz its a damn nuisance
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| Understand the blueprints for our mechanical movements.
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| It never ran smooth since we abused the Earth
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| Grabbed a hand full of pubics and removed the turf
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| Refused its worth, we lose our shirts. |
| she assumed the worst
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| And needed proof of birth? |
| I’m leaving this universe.
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| It seems doomed and cursed. |
| see if you come first then come fast
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| Come here. |
| Come back.Compare.Contrast
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| Complain.Constrain.Constantly ask,
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| Complicated questions contain scientific answers in your flask
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| Condone.Condemn.Come home. |
| Come friend
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| Confuse.Common issues.Condelude.Comprehend
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| Carma.Chameleon.Come again?
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| Continue to come in you. |
| Come to daddy. |
| Condescend
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| Come and bring us (Confidence).Curlding us (Compliments)
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| Come to thank us went from guilty conscienceness to common sense
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| Calm down.Complete.Compound.Come eat
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| Our Common ground meat from man-made concrete
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| Come to the street. |
| Conquer the weak. |
| Come to terms with coming last
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| Make love to the present, fuck the past
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| Make love to the present, fuck the past. |
| Nothing lasts
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| Don’t you dare worry about the morning aftermath. |
| (yeah!)
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| Don’t you wanna take a shower with me? |
| Clean me up. |
| (yeah)
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| Kill yourself… while you’re still alive
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| (Kill yourself) while you’re still alive while you’re still alive. |
| (3X)
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| See when you put a shell to your ear, it is not the sound of crashing waves
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| that you’re hearing. |
| It’s the amplified current of your own bloodstream
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| It was your self-pulse that created that post-human illusion of me. |
| Your
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| tireless heart pumping out an ocean of lies and I foolishly tried filling
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| impossible shoes resulting in my stumbling as I fell into the trap of making
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| a woman my element. |
| Now I just can’t get comfortable being out of you… |