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These undulating undertones
Keep me glued to you
As you walk me to the iron heart bushwick
The spot where your sleeve rides up is the horizon

This push and pull
So damn rehearsed
This metric thud thud thud
It goes off time

I'm just shivering lard beneath these shards
As we trail off from the bar

It's time for you to make a move
You make me sick
It's all for you
No need to cleanse
No common sense
Just you my captive audience

Time for you to make a move
You make me sick
It's all for you
No need to cleanse
No common sense
Just you my captive audience

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