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Daedelus
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Quiet Now (with Busdriver)
her beauty is its own color her curves reveal its every promise I'm without shrine when light bends to complement her outline I am without shrine when light bends
I'm just a man built to break and filled with hate when I see beauty that cannot be put on a film and taped when a woman appeared and light bended she's an ethereal flight attendant I thought that I was reborn or maybe life ended I discontinued to suck on my ice blended thinking she was just made for adult modelling to make men salivate she developed a cult following with vulgar mammals who want to clip her wings but I thought of her as a solar panel and I'm not alone most men agree so I bedded my feelings in a foster home replace them with cro magnon testosterone but I've never been good at hiding I've loved her since asked if she could color print the summer scent and she did using notes flying out of golden tunnels with a single utterance my man inaudible brought to a bleak yelp when faced with this woman wearing chlorophyll and sea kelp and angels hung from behind her is her seatbelts
her beauty is its own color her curves reveal its every promise I'm without shrine when light bends to complement her outline I am without shrine when light bends
there's a digital blip on the whimsical length 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 of whos physical fit frame depicts my indigo crypt I'd like to die with my head on her bosom and sulk trade my thoughts with her like I was on wooden pulp sheets all I could do was stand there sending her strands of hair put 'em in my vault to keep she was like we're not on the same wavelength and I was like OH you're one of those primadonnas reading melodrama from a teleprompter she's like come now I know you looking for rats who fornicate at every point on the map on your tour date then to put 'em in your raps and record a tape that may bear some partial truth but I'm an artful sleuth and I care to say you make Carmen look like a golf ball on a fairway and I may be captivated by the scent of your hairspray but I am not I repeat I am NOT— HIM
Light bends around her she won't register at the check-out counter I stick my neck out offer her my web out but I flounder
Her beauty is its own color her curves reveal its every promise I'm without shrine when light bends to complement her outline I am without shrine when light bends
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