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Sweet smoke slides down my throatall the young imitatorsdumb, dumb operatorsOn this channelRunning imitation after imitationturn me loose now, set me free nowturn me loose now, set me free nowNo tongues on fireno fingers on skinno fingers hot on skinno tongues can process detonationSome boys lieand some boys pay to stay highrunning after corpses, how you dancerun after corpses headed to the ambulanceThey're running through your record collectionno sign that your battle is actionblack plastic is a sign of recognitiona token of tokenismIn their mouth is a grape, I know, I knowLetras de cancionesand their throat is an open pit, I knowtheir path is destructionand with their tongues they lieWhere is your love?Where is your love?Where is your love?Where is your love?Easy squeezemakes youqueer From Letras Mania