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He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing
He's my thing
I kept for myself and not for you
He's my thing I kept for myself and nobody else
He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing
Walks around in her boyfriends clothes
Nobody knows
She goes
She goes
Where she goes
He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing
He's my thing
I keep on a hook
Keep on a hook
She goes
She goes
Where she goes
He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing
He's my thing
Stay away from my thing
Why don't you get your own one around?
Well, he's my thing.
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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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My own mind is mine to drive
In lanes that aren't allowed that's why I'm allowed in circles around
'Cause at the top of it all from where we are all
Black slant eyeholes stretchback bug skull beautiful
Devilgod lover telling me things to believe
Things I've known but cannot see
I am a stupid human bean
Big eyed and between what I am
And what I seem
I breathe
I dream
I lead
How long should we go
Before we're heard?
Herd them all together
Put them in a spell
You will do well
We'll let you know but not enough
Magnetic field of vision
Raises eyebrow questions
What is the admission
Psychic audition to cover all specialized flights
Come up and meet us this will please us
I breathe
I dream
I lead
Mind is the wall of time
A lonely throne to own
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Expecting me
to polish
Imaginary
Trophies
Sitting
On
The shelf
Of your
Heart
You stand
In
The shadow
Of your
Guilt
Love puppet with no strings
That's what the spiral-eyed girl sings
She's just tired of being ugly
She just wants pretty things
The house
Of cards
Took time
But
We stacked
Them high
With more doors
Heading out
Than
Coming in
Stampede
We crushed
The foundation
We
Once built
Love puppet with no strings
That's what the spiral-eyed girl sings
She's just tired of being ugly
She just wants pretty things
Isn't
It hard
To talk
With
Your tongue
Tied
All the times
You've sworn
You
Haven't lied
One thing
Leads
To another
At one time
I
Would have
No other
Have
No other
Please
Give me
Another
Love puppet with no strings
That's what the spiral-eyed girl sings
She's just tired of being ugly
She just wants pretty things
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Angel hair
Floating over there
Well you think I don't see?
I see clear through
I see little fish in my sea little sea
All the birds have turned to hawks in me
Living vicariously
You are 3
Stick your sickness inside my line up
and take your orders
well done says the one and only
you've left them all behind alonely
needing more floor hours of
You take your punishment well
Swallow it
Just steal
Stinking up from behind
Show me the way to the white
Bow to my people real
Shut!
Eyes wide legs shut
Shut
Shut
So you your little sea try to get me
You think I don't see
I see clear through!
Stick your sickness line up take orders well line up
You think I don't see
I see clear through
Stick your sickness inside my line up
I don't bleed your state of mind
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