Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil
Holler downstairs while I drive
I want to watch you buttercup
Comming through the fog
Dying of bordem, I'll try it all
Sixteen olive
Skin bound by a voice
I dont want to go
But I want it well
At least you fucking care
Dying of bordem, 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
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