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fill holes
dig hills
forever gazing at backdoors
for once in a life
it's coming in inspired by our attraction
what we smell
bitter sweet pleasure
one phone call
one fine line of prison
the walk
the smell
the spoiled
backdoor honey please come home
such a shame to throw away
don't you fucking spill it
avoid that
that best feeling possible
yes we do obsess
