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there are three prospects that steal my attention and one i think i'm in love with but when it counts i always lose my voice god forbid show any affection i am overwhelmed by self judgement familiar with disappointment i'm an unlubricated machine its either die or start coming clean. i'm running forward with an awkward sense of direction about forty digits separate me from connection i've lost the need to impress but not the fear of rejection when i dont care enough but would still like to get some. there are three prospects that steal my attention and one i wish i could talk to but the hunters always come in first because they can fake affection. bitches love that! i am overwhelmed by self judgement familiar with disappointment Letras de cancionesi'm an unlubricated machine its either die or start coming clean. we drove through streets with rolling green hills and asked what its like to be normal. i crept along, lied through my teeth, and i always felt so immoral. we seemed so important but we felt so dull in a world to fit in, neurosis: CAST ME STILL! chorus chorus From Letras Mania