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no one's picking up the phone
guess it's me and me and this little masochist she's ready to confess all the things that I never thought that she could feel and hey Jupiter nothings been the same so are you gay are you blue thought we both could use a friend to run to and I thought I wouldn't have to keep with you hiding thought I knew myself so well all the dolls I had took my leather off the shelf your apocalypse was fab for a girl who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath and I thought I wouldn't have to be with you a magazine no one's picking up the phone guess it's clear he's gone and this little masochist is lifting up her dress guess I thought I could never feel the things I feel hey Jupiter |
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| 3:41 |
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Father I killed my monkey
I let it out To taste the sweet of spring Wonder if I will wander out test my tether to See if I'm still free From you Steady as it comes Right down to you I've said it all So maybe we're a Bliss Of another kind Lately, I'm in to circultry What it means to be Made of you but not enough for you And I wonder if You can bilocate is that what I taste Your supernova juice You know it's true I'm part of you Steady as it comes Right down to you I've said it all So maybe you're a 4 horse engine With a power drive A hot katchina who wants into mine Take it with you terracide We're a Bliss Of another kind |
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