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Lost at will, slit my throat with Arabian pills
They were black and red, midnight comes no hope for bed
We were good and gone, slit my throat and turn your head to dawn
We were slit up by thrills
A lot of people know that she's well read
Few people knew how good she was in bed
A lot of people know that she's quick to attack
Few people knew how good she was in the sack
There's a smoke machine blowing memories underneath her door
and there were sounds of love from underneath the floor boards
A lot of people know that she's well read
Few people know that she's kicked a few heads
She expresses her lost in unnatural ways
Like petty theft and cabernet
There's a smoke machine blowing memories her door
and there were sounds of love from underneath the floor boards
SHES NOT IN LOVE

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from Torn Vinyl Interiors, released June 18, 2016

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NIGHT DRIFTING, EGO TRIPPING,
INCANDESCENT HALO AROUND YOUR HEART

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