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Throw me through this car window and land me outside,
Where I can breathe better and pass away alright.
This is ill at ease and I worry, I worry!
Oh my God I felt my heart stop,
I felt my fucking heart stop,
But were going all the way,
I only have myself to blame.
Oh they know, they know, they know...
Their eyes are tearing the skin from our bodies
And dressing us in guilt, filling our wounds with salt.
My stomachs tying itself in knots
And eating itself and everything else.
There must be something in the water making this an awkward situation.
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