Rubby Bulbs

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I need to taste your voice in my 
mouth
I need to taste your voice in the 
air
And I need to feel your skin against
 all that I retch out
And feel your voice all over 
everywhere

I need to paste your skin around the
 mailbox
And hold the postman in your smile
I need to fill your lungs with 
smallpox
And fill the glow of a sick and 
distorted life

Beautiful baby
All filled with angels
Beautiful baby
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All filled with angels
Beautiful baby
All filled with angels
Beautiful babies
All filled with angels

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We are wrecking in your over
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We are swimming in your speakers
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We are sticky stuff all over
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Coming out from all your features
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For Pree
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And I say I want inside you
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Because there's nothing on the 
surface
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But it hurts to [hold sick at you]*
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And all your holes they hold no 
purpose
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For me