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Tear your wings off at the spine and tape them to the back of mine I can fly higher when i'm tired My two hands are scorched from holding this torch Mind feels like neon all glowing and bent up You look good on my back like a shark fin Rectify desensitized 'Tis the season to drink poison Tralala was a badhead girl Your mind's gone greasy it slides right off me And all the jaded stars spit black cigars No truce for you A spec of something that I knew Yes I read what you did and I see what you did Aus Songtexte Mania