This happening without you
Lying around with my laissez faire theologies
I've got a taste for blood, that would leave you cold and blue
There's intrinsic qualities in the depths of psychologies
That's what happens when you don't wear a bra
Your blood starts to boil and your skin begins to crawl
I took your elbow and began to gnaw
As the waves came alongside the squall
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