Slip soft that serpintine
And live life off of our knees
Saw tooths and hate
Can edge away ape-man dignity
She said...
"You better leave with what you have
Because when the big one hits `subtract`
Your no prize like me,
Young bodies always heal quickly"
Stacked bones by the furnace steams
A neatly places homecoming queen
Your lumpish inate is the figure eight
It`s a bit of me and I feel
Anything can happen
Anything can happen
Anything can happen
Anything can go wrong
Soulder me like a wire that breathes
Your carbon copy fibre optic plea
Why should we communicate with sans technology?
Your no prize like me
Young bodies always heal quickly
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