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I’m afraid to give my words to you I’m afraid of how they will taste in your mouth Will you get drunk on them? Or will you throw them up? I hope you get so drunk Ever single letter will become
Someone asked me the other day, What would I change if I had the say? It took me a while but I figured it out -- if I could change anything I'd steal all our mouths.
Bam, the door closes Your toe is in between Oww, oww, you yell and jump around while holding your leg Sensory nerves from your toes Shoots up your body to the brain