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somewhere outside there are tricks and evil

holler downstairs while i drive

i want to watch you buttercup

comming through the fog

dying of boredom, i'll try it all

sixteen olive

skin bound by a voice

i dont want to go

but i want it well

at lest you fucking care

dying of boredom, i'll try it all

i'll be faint like a crook

it looks and feels great

but look at what it's doing to you

but thats ok, look how it feels