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All of the names evaporate
And just a blood flushed and heart rushing rates
to kick off too soon or stick around too late
To be far too or too cut rate

Hold my hand again at the lake
Hold that mirror babe, up to my
Hear the
Am I still?

A Babylon bikeathon for break dancers
All broken in their beds
Now fed
From a bag hanging over heads

Can I put you down for miles?
do you say?
Cause don't you know it's to be a long, long way
But if you've got the cash, I'm to bust my ass

So take this thin broken down circus
Reject and give her the of a queen
Don't I her from the mezzanine?
She didn't look like no to me

But the proper words bestowed
And with her morning shoot, her evening
Don't call her a prostitute, well, she ain't one of
Just call her a proper little statue come