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last night while i was asleep i washedaway my pores and had my lastconversation with you the way i usually can.there were whirring little spinnersthat tickled the rough of my handsand a weekend exchange of what i wantyou to know just in case youwanted me to take your handwell i can see the blazing goodand my love for your mellow soul and i can't hate you 'cause you're freeand you'll be wealthy when you're oldkissing in the flacid points between oursin soaked night, and we spin wax with favoring dream mixing our headsup with weak, there were moments which i would regret and then later ask why and when i went outside as if nobody knew but the sky, to whom i made shady dealsregarding money and girlsand i can't be done with cheap thrillsand when i thought i felt safewhile i could scrape at my old lovethere was a mountain of new tastehey motion eye, oh how you've turnedinto a certain type of ugly personwhen your ship has sailed then allof your shit will fly away Aus Songtexte Mania