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Classical is not so subliminal What are you on about? Flesh down to your nerve as you ail What are you on about? I could love you all the time I could argue on and on and Glass sits cold it's not so subliminal What are you on about and what's got you down? All the health over me No one else but me We all upset it enough You know Even if you tired Tried cutting me off I want that cold, cold water running up your thighs And let this sweet, sweet tree hollow out your eyes Flesh gets cold it's not so subliminal What are you on about and what all's got you down? I want that cold, cold water running up your thighs And let this sweet, sweet tree hollow out your eyes And what the body condemns, impatiently obscure We'll let this guilt be the virtue we needn't bestow From Letras Mania