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Written by max collins
Well here is me on tragedy
I always want what’s out of reach
She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs
F*** that night out with the guys
I never get a word in with them anyway
The telephone doesn’t scare me anymore
You’re home and I am here alone my dear
Always stupidly sacarstic my hyper spastic superhero girl
So break the bruised monogamy
And let him fade away to memory
Your erotic wet atomic eyes keep reoccuring in my mind
Do me a favor and please touch your lips to mine
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