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the needle drops, our record spins, scratches on my face, behind a barbed wired fence. these eery flaws, where no one wins, arguing on the doorstep, about your latest friend. red lips stick to a pause, down on our boulevard... it's time to go to law school, forget about the golden rule, children on the playground, now we're ringing doorbells. the needle penetrates, my demons kick in, these are foggy days, black silk fits of rage. my lips stick to a grin, cherchez la femme...
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Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
record spins cherchez la femme
the needle drops, our record spins, scratches on my face, behind a barbed wired fence. these eery flaws, where no one wins, arguing on the doorstep, about your latest friend. red lips stick to a pause, down on our boulevard... it's time to go to law school, forget about the golden rule, children on the playground, now we're ringing doorbells. the needle penetrates, my demons kick in, these are foggy days, black silk fits of rage. my lips stick to a grin, cherchez la femme...
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Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
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