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Find the floor in all exuberance
Have to warm up to the feel of it
Often meek to the Nth degree
But the night's so thick that I forgot to leave
Communion in the church of grease
Cellphone like a rosary
Throbbing bodies pound around and then nestle into wreaths
What am I gonna do with me?
Have to warm up to the feel of it
Often meek to the Nth degree
But the night's so thick that I forgot to leave
Communion in the church of grease
Cellphone like a rosary
Throbbing bodies pound around and then nestle into wreaths
What am I gonna do with me?
All this gloss and all its goblins
At the shattered ego club
Come fail at love (and celebrate your stupid fate)
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
All your thoughts and all your problems
At the shattered ego club
Come fail at love (and celebrate your stupid fate)
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
Who are many of the men I've done?
What subtle hell are they born of?
Salt the exits of the room
Don't let them get to you
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Salt the earth under the cliques
Cool is not so tough
Will I let the salt flow from my eyes or my armpits?
All our loss, we're all so maudlin
At the shattered ego club
Come fail at love (and celebrate your stupid fate)
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
All your thoughts and all your problems
At the shattered ego club
Come fail at love (and celebrate your stupid fate)
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Is enough is enough is enough
And celebrate your stupid fate
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
And celebrate your stupid fate
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every iris
Of every iris of every lover
At the shattered ego club
Come fail at love (and celebrate your stupid fate)
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
All your thoughts and all your problems
At the shattered ego club
Come fail at love (and celebrate your stupid fate)
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
Who are many of the men I've done?
What subtle hell are they born of?
Salt the exits of the room
Don't let them get to you
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Salt the earth under the cliques
Cool is not so tough
Will I let the salt flow from my eyes or my armpits?
All our loss, we're all so maudlin
At the shattered ego club
Come fail at love (and celebrate your stupid fate)
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
All your thoughts and all your problems
At the shattered ego club
Come fail at love (and celebrate your stupid fate)
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Is enough is enough is enough
And celebrate your stupid fate
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every lover
And celebrate your stupid fate
Walls lined in every color of every iris of every iris
Of every iris of every lover
William Boris Wiesenfeld
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