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Face rest up against me anyways Said "thanks a lot" If you help out to change out The direction we're gonna come in now Until you're forced to listen And we don't get to disapprove Obscenely lonely laughter Easily reproduced But it's on your friend John if he's standing right there Playing around, surfacing a toothbrush Since passed off Passed along to the manuscript All of his oldest daughters Not meant to be found To be divorced Had them all lost out to a box not moving Until bodies come awake Do you shake? Can you hear anything I have to say? At the inconvenient time when to do Somehow reminds me when we're all not Gonna get back to you When all these little games Just seem like little plans When all these little games Seem like plots against your name Somehow From Letras Mania