what ghosts exist behind these attic walls? there's got to be a simpler
explanation, 'cause I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been
splicing my inventions. cold skin and bones and this latitude: we ain't payin'
until the heat comes through. so you slept in a stocking cap and wool scarf.
promises of payment were upon your shoulders constantly, but don't forget to
entertain 'cause this is your first defense.
a four-year offense to the devoted type. I may have got an invitation but I
wasn't invited. but I thought that this meant something more than broken hearts
and new addictions. we'll leave our sins within the carpet twine. our bodies
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