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Bobbing for in Somalia
The man with the iron is following you
No one's for tea-time except my own holy ghost
You're far, probably drinking a whiskey
I'm dating Jack and Caleb's with Miss Nikki Tine
Nachos with -- hey, to each his own

people, lovely places
I can't remember names and I can't faces
Someone door's fucking to one of my songs

Hey light fixture, you are much too
Oh, won't you with me through the night?
Just grab a tight
And for the dizziness to pass
and roll, you ate my soul
You sucked dry my but you spit out my mole
I'll always opt to down these stairs in the end

people, lovely places
Drunken faces, their phrases
Ill always opt to down these stairs in the end

You're so jealous, Im so
You'll forgive me but I love you only
I'll opt to fall down these stairs in the end

Someone next fucking to one of my songs...