| Falling out of touch with all my
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| Friends are somewhere getting wasted
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| Hope they're staying glued together
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| I have arms for them
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| Take another sip of them
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| It floats around and takes me over
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| Like a little drop of ink
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| In a glass of water
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| Get inside their clothes with my green gloves
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| Watch their videos in their chairs
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| Get inside their beds with my green gloves
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| Get inside their heads, love their loves
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| Cinderella through the room
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| I glide and swan
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| Cause I'm the best slow dancer
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| In the universe
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| Falling out of touch with all my
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| Friends are somewhere getting wasted
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| Hope they're staying glued together
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| I have arms for them
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| Get inside their clothes with my green gloves
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| Watch their videos in their chairs
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| Get inside their beds with my green gloves
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| Get inside their heads, love their loves
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| Now I hardly know them
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| And I'll take my time
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| I'll carry them over
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| And I'll make them mine
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| Get inside their clothes with my green gloves
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| Watch their videos in their chairs
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| Get inside their beds with my green gloves
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| Get inside their heads, love their loves |