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VERUCA SALT >> Merchandise Links
VERUCA SALT
Sleep little flea little boy me a freak Am I clean I feel like men I feel like boys I think I'm peeling The ringing in my ears from playing too loud I hear the ocean I hear the crowd I'm disconnected I am unattached An unmade bed makes me feel like a failure Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision, blurry vision And the ringing in my ears From playing too loud I hear the ocean I hear the crowd Too pale too sick too scrawny but I'll sleep here anyway And the sheets smell like bodies Not mine not yours, not yours It's two am and it's quiet again Where's my lip gloss And the ringing in my ears From playing too loud I hear the ocean I hear the crowd...
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