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Lyrics:
Perfectly compressed wider holes between your shoulders.
Are we renegade or have we orders, is this a passing phase.
All that want can make a fool of you until you're out of breath
You can catch your death if there's comfort here.
Here, we turn the lights down low.
It's a full time job trying not to work at all.
Crack a smile until we look drunk or awful in our best suit.
Here, we turn the lights down low.
Turn the lights low.
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