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I need to taste your voice in my mouth I need to taste your voice in the air And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out And feel your voice all over everywhere I need to paste your skin around the mailbox And hold the postman in your smile I need to fill your lungs with smallpox And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life Beautiful baby All filled with angels Beautiful baby All filled with angels Beautiful baby All filled with angels Beautiful babies All filled with angels We are wrecking in your over We are swimming in your speakers We are sticky stuff all over Coming out from all your features For Pree And I say I want inside you Because there's nothing on the surface But it hurts to (hold sick at you) And all your holes they hold no purpose For me From Letras Mania