Just now I see it so clear Total shift in the unconscious
When at the start it seems like fates Have set it up like so much magic Just a ruse to get you in there
Seems like a spell And all they talk as if it's come to fill those spaces Only you can fill those spaces
So when the party goes It breaks a brittle back They back, they back And they keep on rubbing in How a proper chest is clean
That ain't it If it comes to fill those spaces Only you can fill those spaces
So when the party goes It breaks a brittle back They back, they back And they keep on rubbing in How a proper chest is clean
That ain't it Touch a hand, that ain't it With a wig on that ain't it It's a promise from some lips When you touch a hand, that ain't it With a wig on, that ain't it Making noise not making songs When you touch a hand, that ain't it With a wig on, that ain't it It might seem they making songs Now they really making noise Total shift in the unconscious
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