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So far I'll lay low in pretense And smack your body Legs up, some hair pull It's retro Oops I call shotty So skram and branded The pylon Its silver ion Blowing glass Insurgent mask The thickest trap door covered in ice So stay close Innocent Designs to hide its end No room for ghost The lock and legs are set To bank in someone's home Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan The lifeless shit of mess Confusing ice cream cone If you can't read my text Then get a mind read phone Letras de canciones It's okay I have no legs On this Bra saling gen You? Right, day? Oh, jump on top As I wander around Get the best of this no down pre-lay Oh, the bed flows As it rocks back and forth Our bodies start to sort it out Package this in seedy tones You mock a painless death We'll beat your dome You're softly blocking mess So fly him home With a racist comment The leaky chrome, what's up? A toxic note confess, a soap caress A simple notion comment for less But I like my nest I wanna call it my mess 'Cause the last time I cried The world got drenched Oh, and I swear This wont We came back for this? End quick, We came back like this? it never will Oh, jump on top As I wander around Get the best of this no down pre-lay Oh, the bed flows As it rocks back and forth Our bodies start to sort it out Hold your breath Make no mistakes For the real eyes, I'm not coming back I'm too far gone I blamed the fact of my division So long in temporary places The long lost pitch of your invention Lay hidden bond inside its place When something less will come together And solid walls will fall apart So lately piece of mind is setting When did the weather taste so tart? Will running solve a contradiction Of makeshift tomes and revelations The pious price of buying diction A speech I never should have made I'm not coming back (Thanks to Mark Lucker for these lyrics and to arthurb20 and asianman100 for corrections) From Letras Mania