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    There's all this dirt under my nails
    Wouldn't you like to see where I went to high school?
    Blood under my knuckles
    You should've heard the way I spoke last night

    There is salt inside my mouth
    Sugar on my tongue
    Freckles on my cheeks
    From good old-fashioned West Coast Sun
    I feel so beaten up and bruised
    I don't know what I'm gonna do
    I can't keep anything at all
    From slipping through my raccoon claws
    Except for (mm-mm-mm-mm)

    Soap under my nails
    Can you imagine being back in high school?
    Blood scratched from my knuckles
    You should've called, but I guess so should I (mhm)

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    There's salt inside my veins
    Sugar on my tongue
    Crinkles by my eyes
    From goddamn fucking West Coast Sun
    I feel so bеaten up and bruised
    I don't know what I'm gonna do
    I can't keep anything at all
    From slipping through my raccoon claws
    Except for all

    This soap undеr my nails
    I never asked for this, I'm just one creature
    Blood trapped in my knuckles
    I don't know what I wanted, I didn't think it was this

    There's sugar in my mouth
    Liquor on my tongue
    Freckles on my cheeks
    From fucking goddamn West Coast fun
    I feel so beaten up and used
    I don't know what I'm gonna do
    I can't keep anything at all
    From slipping through my raccoon claws
    Except for all
    The soap (mhm)

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    Composition: Penelope Scott

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