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Teenage Wrist
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Spit
Here we are, adrift again I can taste the spit, in the oxygen The pilot's song, forgotten at the yard To feel the trembling of the awful hand to God
And I hope, that this plan goes down So I can see who comes to mind So I can see who comes to mind
That I can crack a smile And I'm alright, I'm just so tired of feeling tired The concious floating, in and out if our cartoon Sedated in a cheery, underworld Thoughts of making out Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com A dry and gaping mouth
And I hope, that this plan goes down So I can see who comes to mind So I can see who comes to mind
And I hope, that this plan goes down So I can see you one last time So i can see you one last time and dream away and dream away and dream away and dream away
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