Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil Holler downstairs while I drive
I want to watch you buttercup Comming through the fog
Dying of bordem, I'll try it all
Sixteen olive Skin bound by a voice
I dont want to go But I want it well At least you fucking care
Dying of bordem, I'll try it all
I'll be faint like a crook It looks and feels great But look at what it's doing to you But thats ok, look how it feels
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