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Anatomically Correct
03:21
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Following instinct
Shouldn't be this hard
What do you do
When you're stuck in one room
You try to break through
Try to break through
Putting on clothes
And moving my feet
Seems really easy
When you're never in heat
Let's predispose it
Try to break through
Dying fetal position
Leaves no room for your crown
A milky complexion
Keeps that doll going down
Anatomically Correct
Correct frown
Let's predispose it
Try to break through
Let's predispose it
And break through
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Clean Room
03:05
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Screaming sweet nothings
Proposals are bluffings
Grind your foot in the dirt
Make them think they'll never hurt
Follow me
I can open your eyes
I can not stay
Because of my brain
He who like me who like she who like me
And all things in between
Those who like scars who like punks who like times
When it gets kind of rough
Follow me
I can open your eyes
I can not stay
Because of my brain
Screaming sweet nothings
Proposals are bluffings
Grind your foot in the dirt
Make them think they'll never hurt
He who like me who like she who like me
And all things in between
Those who like scars who like punks who like times
When it gets kind of rough
I'm a lone maker, slave driver, heart breaker
Got myself going back
I'm a woman layer, man layer, masturbater
Got myself going back
I don't want you
You don't want me
We got ourselves going back
What do we do
Where do we go
We got ourselves going back
He who like me who like she who like me
And all things in between
Those who like scars who like punks who like times
When it gets kind of rough
I'm a lone maker, slave driver, heart breaker
Got myself going back
I'm a woman layer, man layer, masturbater
Got myself going back
I don't want you
You don't want me
We got ourselves going back
What do we do
Where do we go
We got ourselves going back
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Here's a mouth piece
Here's an entrance
Here's a bitch to tell you
When you're going under
Into the thunder
Until you ravish
The thought of you and me will be banished
Semi-blushing
Can feel the rushing
Of the love-bomb Mr. Floyd
You are in my palm
Just swimming
Looking for action
I can't tell you but I know it's mine
Whatever, he says whatever
I feel better
I was worried you would cry
The son of rage and love can do better
Let's not even try
I can't tell you but I know it's mine
Die
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Rub
02:41
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Throw you up against the wall and I
Rub you down with alcohol and I
I put your face in mine
Because our minds they think alike
Well what did you expect when
When it's all gone so fast and
And if you play with mice then
That means you're really nice
Doing it right
Do it if ya wanna
Rub
Throw you up against the wall and I
Rub you down with alcohol and I
I put your face in mine
Because our minds they think alike
And if they think alike
Well then that means you're really nice
Because you torture mice
Then you pay the price
Doing it right
Do it if ya wanna
Rub
Throw you down
Douse you down
Push you down
Rub you down
Douse you down
You push me down
Rub you down
You pull me down
Doing it right
Do it if ya wanna
Rub
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