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My aching brain said he spent too long lying dormant in the back of a class.
Sullen halls oh they cave right in and I just can't seem to get back on track.
Well I'm sorry son, we can't commit this fun 'cause there's just too much of this damning crass.
Well I'm a fiction with addiction under paralytic condition so please excuse me while I'm having a blast.
I can see it in your eyes,
oh you look so hypnotised.
You're always on my mind,
'Cause you're always fucking high.
It's in your make up,
It's your hair, your stare and your pretty little pins up to your waist.
I got confused,
'Cause I'm loose,
I'm sending signals to your pineal gland.
Let's release those serotonins and freak out.
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