Wrist Elbow 2

Cex

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    First knuckle, second knuckle, third, wrist, elbow

    girl if we unbotton my shirt
    the demon squirming underneath it
    would release the secret: rjyans being ridden
    it was so cute the way i'd step on stage and say
    "i am a 20 year old virgin"
    listen, nothing could be further from the truth
    i'm not braggin' i'm asking you
    help us, all of us
    not just in my bedpost the sawdust sulferous smells fries
    the heat blisters, smoke chokes my throat and eyes
    hold my hand on the candle just to spark some departure
    from the flatline that my mind ???
    not surrounding, rock the crowd, knock it out
    ??? for doubletime and trying to hide
    don't confuse a mess with complex
    a million years of evolution stopping dead at cex
    i got a body full of problem and i can't find the reason
    so at this point i'm searching
    for any type of feeling you can spare me
    feeling better's just not an option apparently
    and wretched seems my best bet
    it's something real i can feel tearing at my thick head, so i'll take it
    i welcome the attention you expect to get you naked

    if i hold you like a puppet tonight
    can you remind me what it feels like to be in control?
    cause fuck it if i know
    fingertips, fist, wrist, forearm, elbow

    (in your pussy i'm coming
    and i love you)

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    First knuckle, second knuckle, third, wrist elbow

    if you hit your head against the wall until the headache's gone
    it probly means you've busted your skull once and for all
    with irrepairable damage
    i'm asking you to peer past the pulp fragments
    and tell me what's wrong with my brain
    what kind of poison pumps through these arteries and veins
    i'd have let you fuck away the best part of me, the pain
    like sex was ever pleasure and distraction
    it can't be depression if it ends in an orgasm
    fricking addiction, yeah right, i'm just a little kid
    i'm just a wannabe, get high, steven tyler shit
    i couldn't take myself serious
    i need to be a vaguer lyricist
    so i can make scars out of ???
    i put the globe on my shoulders
    the world shrugged me off
    i know where i belong
    dial tone to major tom
    ground control's empty, everybody's gone
    high above the world ???
    just make it stop

    fingertips, fist, wrist, forearm, elbow

    (in your pussy i'm coming
    and i love you)

    first knuckle, second knuckle, third, wrist elbow

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