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Let me taste those golds because Babe, we’re not here to be told. Bury a kiss on my neck before the truth unfolds. It’d be your vow to the angel you’d sold. Take off your watch. Take off your crown. In just one touch, Make me believe I'm the only one. Golden sticks, holy air. Drop the lies and just skin me alive. Don’t ask for a name. Surrender to a bite instead. Throw your clothes on the floor. Leave your name behind the door. You won't need those until four. Don't bite too hard 'cause I might ask for more. She's pretty wise to be fooled by his nicotine tongue. But his smile bites. Oh god, It does. But Babe, you're in the wrong place if you're looking for love.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 3:11 AM UTC
Golden Sticks
Let me taste those golds because Babe, we’re not here to be told. Bury a kiss on my neck before the truth unfolds. It’d be your vow to the angel you’d sold. Take off your watch. Take off your crown. In just one touch, Make me believe I'm the only one. Golden sticks, holy air. Drop the lies and just skin me alive. Don’t ask for a name. Surrender to a bite instead. Throw your clothes on the floor. Leave your name behind the door. You won't need those until four. Don't bite too hard 'cause I might ask for more. She's pretty wise to be fooled by his nicotine tongue. But his smile bites. Oh god, It does. But Babe, you're in the wrong place if you're looking for love.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 3:11 AM UTC
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