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The cops in this city are a problem.
this pulse,
And losing conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run the fields,
Burn the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And all the words you can steal.
Comforting closets and mirrors them
Are converting the to worship my poison.
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Run the fields,
through the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And steal all the you can feel.
Dissecting intangibles and plastic capsules;
You'd never know how far he'd go he's gone.
Taking that razor to sharpen teeth and...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three roll, and ten pins to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten tiny babies on keys,
Which little has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
All I want to do is kiss your neck and see how body sweats.
Oh please honey, my name!
Please, Please,
take that razor and cut out those teeth 'til...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three fingers roll, and ten to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten babies sitting on keys,
Which little has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
Welcome to the wild, East!
I want to go to the below to see if I can find a stranger to hold.
I'm a big word, and I attack.
I want to find a body that can't be
It will be all the of the birds and bees.
a big word, heart attack.
Rabbit and and Whinnie The Pooh,
That old Owl and too,
cake is served with vengeance.
Christopher Robin won't know how to them...
So many and no time to solve them.
a big word, so attack.
Picture me sailing across the ceilings:
Skies at our wedding, and seas you're leaving.
I the ring will fit.
These wounds fit my tongue like my in a glove.
Don't you spill your milk when push to shove.
a big word, so attack.
I to go to the hell below,
See if I can cast a to hold,
it's nothing.
I to be the boy that can't be seen;
I'm just to envious of her and bees.
too damn cute: I can't attack.
What the hell is the deal, I just can't any sense.
lyrics are pretentious and affected at best.
And I'm of it, but I can't stop now.
I'm so tired of writing about I don't know.
"The ink starts to run when my blood too cold."
metaphors are my weak attempts.
So me smiling on top such tall buildings;
tragic endings for bad luck, bad timings.
I hope let me slip.
I get so fed up my own selfish self.
I keep away on shitty hands that I am dealt -
It's romantic, but cheap.