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parental stereo mute pointed to an instrumental voice instead so hitting skin on speed he red eyes while with me she in the waiting room reading into my missing beats addict par accident on salary explaining what was meant by responsibility swap response dead force excess to muffle the curious oh pardon the circus she paid for the blinding he worked for my folding blindfold active mind like nevermind sugar on the lip too young even for innocence locked in with the toiletry play dead knife on tile awaiting a dead beat trial Letras de cancionesbeat down the door tv style a chance to fuck up another under the sheets heat lamp to warm the walking disinvolve the grief just the stereo thick like paint runs over the story line opaque the point enough of the story both grim and print not feeling so alright but alright From Letras Mania