Turning through these pages about lovers consummating
Well, it feels completely inappropriate here.
As our bodies intermingle unwillingly
And I feel ten morning breaths against my skin.
And we were squashed
We find ourselves
we find ourselves
Just where we expected
We find ourselves under each others arms
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We just want to get off
Not like they're getting off
We just want to get off
A mono tonal voice tells of someone under a train, well
What an interruption to our days
As we all come through the veins of the city
And our fictional lovers keep screwing on
And we were squashed
We find ourselves
They find themselves
Just where the author wanted
Intermingled in each others arms
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We just want to get off
Not like they're getting off
But it's so damn hot
And we were squashed
We find ourselves
We find ourselves
Just where we expected
We find ourselves under each others arms
We were squashed into each other as we???

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