اصل بول
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It feels strange, even stranger than the taste
That lingers on this late
When the lights have all come down
And it feels strange, even stranger than the taste
You're out to look for every day
And you're lying
Laying by the backdoor, trembling on the floor
With the blinds drawn down
But you still keep on wanting for more
Oh it's strange the way it draws you by
Gnaws you dry and spits you into space
And you'll never-ever know that it feels strange
Even stranger than your face
When you're laying in this place
And it hits you in the day
Laying by the backdoor, trembling on the floor
With the blinds drawn down
But you still keep on wanting for more
