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Paranoia
02:00
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Paranoia is coming over to meet me
The needles of mankind, swallow oceans of seed
Woah
The problem offspring have secrets dripping down its leg
and no one knows its name
but it comes to me so sweetly
love
Paranoia
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Licking My Fingers
05:01
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Licking my fingers as I wait for you, it's what I do
Injure myself like a cartoon, it's what I'll do
Cross my fingers I'm the cross eyed king
and in my cross eyed kingdom I can make noise
Licking my fingers as I wait for you, it's what I do
Injure myself so you come soon, it's what I'll do
Cross my fingers I'm the cross eyed king
and in my cross eyed kingdom I can make noise
licking my fingers
Talking to myself out loud like your replaceable I know
Crawling inside one another I'll show you how I've grown
Licking my fingers as I wait for you, it's what I do
Injure myself so you'll come soon, it's what I'll do
When it gets hot, don't be alarmed
we can get high and we can look down, onto ourselves
I will be your name, you can be our shame (together)
I will be child, you will be mom
Wait til you see, you can be my sleeve
When it gets hot don't be alarmed
cuz I will be fine, cuz you'll be mine
You'll put me down, I will be your clown
I will be your queen, you can be my queen
I will your blade, you can be my blade
We'll look down, you'll be found
I will be your queen, you can be my queen
Licking my fingers as I wait for you
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Letting Me Down
02:39
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All the lightning outside keeps waking me up
I write on the walls, cuz you're letting me roll around
the magic hot air keeps burning me up, they left without a sound
you're letting me down
Lights from fire outside, is keeping me up
they've finally returned to shuttle me home
Holy mystic outsider, lift me up
throw salt on this ground, you're letting me down
home
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Bodies
02:14
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Let's get reacquainted with our bodies and exchange our hellos with a little heat
I don't know much about your body but I want to make up, on the summer's eve
It's to late to savor what's been hiding but you turned it around into a war on me
You had hated painted on your body and you say we were close
We can exchange our hellos (hello)
Let's get reacquainted with our bodies and exchange our hellos with a little heat
Let's get reacquainted with our bodies and you say we were close
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I Still Think of You
03:33
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Talk in distress
took off your dress and folded it into two
if you're feeling used then it's true
but I still think of you
I scream louder in dreams when it's cold
and I see you waiting as if I wanted us to grow old
well I do
but I still think of you
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Die
02:25
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Stumbled out the bar that I was born in
consult my shoes, you know what to do
don't talk to people, everyone is equal
well that's what I think, so
Can I speak to a manager quickly
gotta clear my head and internet history
I sit cross legged, everyone is naked
So many options painted in the same color
I, if I must die, senorita, I'll take my time
Tell me what you say when I'm not around
is it the same as what you think when I'm around
that's so racist, everyone's a racist
that's what I think
Wearing matching everything
eating peanut butter out the jar with our parent's credit card
oh how amazing, everything's amazing
I laughed until I threw up on the kitchen floor
I, if I must die, senorita, I'll take my time
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Sorry
01:54
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I've never been alright, I swear to God, I'm really lucky
only gets worse with time, I'm turning off, I'm really sorry
don't let me walk behind you, you're really nice
I swear it's like a screwdriver through my mind
I really tried, I'm really sorry
Please can I drink tonight, I swear to God I really need to tuck my habits in tight, I promise I'll be better next time
but the guilt's second to desire, you're really nice
I'll stop after I kill everything I fuck
I really suck, I'm really sorry
Don't eat the plastic fruit, I'll throw all of my beer bottles out for you
I'll clean my sheets and go back to college too
I'll study business and I'll stop watching porn
I'm always horny, I'm really sorry
Come back into my life, I'm really sorry
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