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Lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars
While the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car

I'm drunk
And right now I'm so in love with you
And I don't want to think too much about what we should or shouldn't do

I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet.
Chalk white and oh-so-frail.
I see our time has gotten stale.
The tick-tock of the clock is painful, all sane and logical.
I want to tear it off the wall.

Or am I origami, folded up and just pretend.
Demented as the motives in your head

So Cal is where my mind states,
But it's not my state of mind.
I'm not as ugly sad as you.

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