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| Freak |
The early cars Already are Drawing deep breaths past my door And last night's phrases Sick with lack of basis Are still arriving on my floor And it doesn't seem fair That your wicked words should work In holding me down No, it doesn't seem right To take information Given at close range For the gag And the bind And the ammunition round This is not about love 'Cause I am not in love In fact I can't stop falling out |
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