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(Wait, stop, wait)Rifle fire the old skull stuck throughPricked and daggered the house keeps the shape that it held for you nowI feel shattered how don't youYou left early and I pottered round for days on end saidShe's a performanceShe gives it supremeAnd the deuces she dribblesShe dribbles for meSo baby watch your waist nowBaby watch your waist nowMark the degreeShe's a performance of a crap social playSo baby watch your waist nowBaby watch your waist nowBaby watch your waist nowBaby watch your waistBut it's tricky(It's beautiful)I need no sign or signifierLetras de cancionesI am home to the bread you desireAnd your customs are my customsWhat's that there below your hairlineIs that fear looks like a tear to meWas that your arm extended that I felt on meI felt hungryThe black painted barsWe hang on are standard for these, these troubled timesWhat's that in the chamber with meI've a right to know how easy it isHow easy to missAnd your sword I feel the bladeIt should be bigger if you really mean not to use itWhy's it there below your best shirtIs that natural?Was that there before?Was that your arm extended that I felt on meI felt hungryThe black painted barsWe hang on are standard for these, these troubled times From Letras Mania