These days youre waking up in a bundle of orgasm These days your jism lines all the windows in your kitchen I found my heaven stocked in a medical waiting room Each patient plastered, sleeveless and leaving before theyre called I know youre searching for something less psychological Those days are gone so long oh well son of a gun Was tired, weak and frail in the belly of your whale We tried suction speak in a vacuum with a leak Get out my guide and on the way I find the best places to stay Waking on the eastbound side and easy feeling overly west Wasting all our time under the gun of ambiguity again These days youre waking up in a bundle of orgasm These days your wisdom lines all the windows in your kitchen I found my heaven stocked in a mating room wedical I know youre searching for something less psychological
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