It's called a shock state
When the words burn
Just the skin
And go on go ng against the asphalt
Why scrape the cheek against the walls
Stick fingers in the doors
Touch the legs
Always bring back here
To present a pig
It is called shock event
When thoughts are known
And breaks like pieces of glass
Smè¦Â¥, smè¨Â¥ under the waistband
Why are you like me
Against the walls
Standing hesitantly at the doors
When the legs always shake you back here
To present a pig
And I wish that everything had a place
And I wish that everything had a place
And I wish that everything had a place
Introducing a pig
And I wish everything fit
And I wish everything fit
And I wish everything fit

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