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she'll suck the living down to size 3
she'll suck the living and she'll kill me
necks are crooked and it's time to sing
her beak is wide open
at the sound of wings
oh ay
she kisses harder than me
i guess i'm not that hungry
her veins are rivers
running to the sea
fish will eat it, but don't ask me
angels looking make it hard to cry
people looking make it cool to die
oy ay
she kisses harder than me
i guess i'm not that hungry
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