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Mar 25
don't mind my jesting
it's just a little fun
playing with fire to keep you guessing
the dancing flames have a delightful burn

it's just a little fun
you see, i'm crying on the cold kitchen floor
the dancing flames have a delightful burn
until you're numb and bored and they can do something you can't

you see, i'm crying on the cold kitchen floor
i think it's just the afterparty's effects
until you're bored and they can do something you can't
we elect new people to look down on us

i think it's just the afterparty's effects
nothing's a big deal when you've been out all night
we elect new people to look down on us
thinking they'll be better and just maybe we'll be alright
experimenting with new structures
R
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