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XX, XY Triple, nucleic lens Rip the slit Fission, fission (Fission, fission) A sonic life, circumcist, parasite A lucky guess to mix the stench Dirty groove, you to me, me to you Pink and blue, we don't have to choose Your love, your touch, your couch lumps Your pillow bumps, that was us (Don't choose) Hiccup (Hiccup) Kick (Kick) Alive (Alive) Breathe (Breathe) You're so (You're so) Is it blood? (Is it blood?) Will they live? (Will they?) Will they die? Fill me up, fill my lungs Got me speaking tongues Turn my f- to someone crying to the sun From Letras Mania