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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
What we smell, bitter sweet pleasure
One phone call
One fine line
One fine line of prison
One phone call
One fine line of prison
The walk
The smell
The spoiled
Backdoor honey, come home
Such a shame to throw away
Backdoor honey, please come home
The best feeling possible
Such a shame to throw away
Don't you spill it
Avoid that, the best feeling possible
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