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open beaks. unkempt music plays (posing face) in frenzied disarray. what say we make pacts for pretend resolutions; shed our fake tears for mock executions? i swear we'll be better. maybe if we remember, baby.
liquored squeal. the murmur turns to roar (poker face) like a pinata carnivore. the countdown in the crowd collides like waves in torrid oceans. t - minus ten tired seconds till our bodies boast erosion. open beaks / clench those teeth. now cut me to the core (painted face) of this confetti covered floor. oh, pick me. oh, pick me. now, sugar, you couldn't have known. his pale complexion comes natural. say goodnight and just leave him alone. saving grace isn't practical. she chewed up the party and coughed out the truth; shook out the lust from this steamy phone booth. with blindfolds on, we drop the bomb. until next year. i hear the beat cops coming. until next year. when the clocks start running. oh, pick me. oh, pick me. he had his hands bound by silk guile mystique, now he flails on the tile like a whale without flippers. open beaks may birth bold bedroom shrieks, but our lips are locked like the teeth of a zipper.
liquored squeal. the murmur turns to roar (poker face) like a pinata carnivore. the countdown in the crowd collides like waves in torrid oceans. t - minus ten tired seconds till our bodies boast erosion. open beaks / clench those teeth. now cut me to the core (painted face) of this confetti covered floor. oh, pick me. oh, pick me. now, sugar, you couldn't have known. his pale complexion comes natural. say goodnight and just leave him alone. saving grace isn't practical. she chewed up the party and coughed out the truth; shook out the lust from this steamy phone booth. with blindfolds on, we drop the bomb. until next year. i hear the beat cops coming. until next year. when the clocks start running. oh, pick me. oh, pick me. he had his hands bound by silk guile mystique, now he flails on the tile like a whale without flippers. open beaks may birth bold bedroom shrieks, but our lips are locked like the teeth of a zipper.