LYRICS
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Kick back a little just watch and seeGetting sicker by the minute with debaucheryWhatever your pleasure I'm your punkOn the brink of syncopated but not yet sunkI will listen low when you told meThat I was all you had to holdHow I wish it was soWhen you told me that you were solid goldGravity free as she looked at the highnessOn a mattress full of anti-matterYou never left a very mellow impressionYou smell or you go to hell expressionQuixotic elixir mightbut probably will not fix your biteTell me now, tell me how,did I get your lipstick on my kiteI love this weather, it's a perfect stormJust keep it coming in its perfect formI love this weather 'cause it keep me warmJust keep it coming in it's perfect formEveryday depression in a beautiful dressOh, lady made a beautiful mess I guessDedicated mind in a medicated stateIs a highly overrated fateTerrible is a soul which you told meThat there is such a thingDo you know that you glowWhen you go from winter into springI love this weather, it's a perfect stormJust keep it coming in its perfect formI love this weather 'cause it keep me warmJust keep it coming in its perfect formThe madder the boyThe sadder the songThat's a wicked fate but the sick get strongMad boySad songA wicked fade but the sick get strongNobody's right and everyone's wrongI refuse to punt on forth and longMad boy, sad songWicked fate but the sick getKick back a little just watch and seeGetting sicker by the minute with debaucheryWhatever your pleasure I'm your punkOn the brink of syncopated but not yet sunkI will listen low when you told meThat I was all you had to holdHow I wish it was so when you told meThat you were solid goldI swear to god I could not hurt youI've got to be inside your virtueI can't contain my urge to search youI stand before this not known confusedI long to be inside your virtueMy heart is swollen when I search youI swear to god I could not hurt youMy heart is swollen when I search youI swear to god I could not hurt youI swear to god I could not hurt youI've got to be inside your virtueI can't contain my urge to search you
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