The gears inside me grind, to a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind. I make myself beautiful wih an absensce of complextion. Cynical with hopes and dreams, my white flag is raised and in this scheme, I see the start to a new direction.'
Though failure is fleeting, now the atmosphere's retreating.
Come on baby dive right in, lets sin with a little skin on skin, oh i've been knocking all night but you still won't let me in. Come on baby dive right in, lets sin with a little skin on skin, ill make you finish first and then i'll add your ego in.
they scarcely corragate the surface with a wind of accidental burden, we all wear lips that are cold bruised overused in tales of racy pasquinade
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