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Fools rushing out and in
Like a pool cue through fingers split
And merge the traffic
Separate indulgence from the addicts
Couldn't help themselves
Couldn't help myself
Couldn't make enough to share with you
Crawls out from between my teeth
And infests our body
Kiss those imperfections cleen
But they don't rinse out
Gonna cut them out
Gonna cut myself
Gonna make enough to share with you
