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| POTT PONG a cameo in rain erased with seduction and pictures of love in past and white gratis. i am free. i am free. but i shy away from my only muse short infatuated samples on pay phones small talk lined with foreplay but we're not gonna die i was not thinking so was not living she pastes me to the sky passion faced in vacations place i'm your fradulence in make-up remover naked bites and classic wet lips all these girls naive with a kiss in candle light of bright blue light faced with sarcastic ideaology dead man's thoughts turn blue and i hope you like what i got you but we're not gonna die i was not thinking so was not living she pastes me to the sky and we're not real we can not feel i'll never be right and we're not rea' we can not feel you'll always be right i'm feeling better aleady feeling worse ten seconds ago necessity hasn't wasted me i can taste the hormonal mud puddles seeping in my brain crawling through my vains curse my words swear me softly tattoo my lungs fill my bar glass with candy liquid beg for unfogiveness fill in the remains of my heart your soul is store in your shoes selling contractions by contract i lock myself in tree holes this isn't true till love |