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When I saw her on the edge, I thought I knew just what to say
When I saw him squeeze her little hand, I had to prove I was her man.
Pretty lips hold me down, from the tops of buildings [to the], velvet underground.
Pretty lips hold me down. Squamous epithelium stratified around
Lyra’s tongue was freezer burnt, but at the time I didn’t have concerns.
So I left her stranded in a field. Where nothing is impossible.
Pretty lips hold me down, from the tops of buildings to the velvet underground
Pretty lips hold me down, squamous epithelium lubricates the sounds
No no no no no no no.
Help me.
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