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head down, in the rain don't you think i want you to? let's play telephone i'm the rubber, you're the glue drop this flattened blossom in an envelope and send it to you to fight this the language barrier hey self-murderous too much love has clogged the world it's all dirt and flesh digging through to find a pearl pluck it and seal it in a pouch now dispatch it to you oh the lips they taste like freebase and the joints of freebase too meanwhile i'm inland with saint russell sniffing airplane glue i hope somebody loves me when all of this is through From Letras Mania