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Perfectly compressed wider holes between your shoulders. Are we renegade or have we orders, is this a passing phase. All that want can make a fool of you until you're out of breath You can catch your death if there's comfort here. Here, we turn the lights down low. It's a full time job trying not to work at all. Crack a smile until we look drunk or awful in our best suit. Here, we turn the lights down low. Turn the lights low. From Letras Mania