Tear your wings off at the spine and tape them to the back of mine I can fly higher when I'm tired My 2 hands are scorched from holding this torch Mind feels like neon all glowing and bent up You look good on my back like a shark fin Rectify desensitized 'tis the season to drink poison Tralala was a badhead girl Your mind's gone greasy it slides right off me And all the jaded stars spit black cigars No truce for you A spec of something that I knew Yes I read what you did and I see what you did
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