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I saw my friends filling boxes, The scales have tipped and I'm superstitious. A charismatic, young addiction, My skin is thick with disposition. My father taught me how to cap teeth, and I sink them in to our broken cities. A gypsy told me that my collecting like a poor man playing the blues in the subways of New York City, you're too good to me. You stay with me while my feet keep moving. Am I gracing holes to dig ourselves? Cause I'll use my hands to climb out of Hell.. ohhh... Don't you pull the plug... Spinal Cord collapsable. you fit right in to your own shirt pocket. Life was spilt before the power storm. More than friends but less than lovers smile for photos and fuck the covers. Came for woman, you bay your flower Keep me up or keep my mouth shut I lose and devour. ohhh... Letras de cancionesDon't you pull the plug... Spinal cord collapsible. you fit right into your own shirt pocket Life was spilt before the power storm. New York City, you're too good to me.. You stay with me while my feet keep moving. Am I gracing holes to dig ourselves? Cause I'll use my hands to climb out of Hell.. Spinal cord collapsible. you fit right into your own shirt pocket. Life was spilt before the power storm. ohh... From Letras Mania