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 lest 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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