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It's an itch I can't scratch It's a glass-wire alarm It's a slap in the face from a phantom arm Give me cover, give me calm Give me cover, give me calm It's the game in my little brain It's hard It's a slap in the face from a phantom arm Give me cover, give me calm Give me cover, give me calm I'm scared of [?] Okay? Where to [?] Get it to him, [?] Abby, um, the scratch is just like a gentle scratch To him? Just desperate to have it Did you give it to him though? [?] I'll just [?] Wherе are you going? Abby, why don't you like feeding him though, does hе scratch? From Letras Mania