We've got black magic under our tongues. I swallowed how I felt for dinner. The words are all that I can keep down anymore. I'm drinking my heart back through a straw.
You might as well manufacture gears inside of my body. I'm programmed to forget everything. Preset my dialog feature, and fix all of my wires before morning. The days rarely look so bright as when I'm looking in your eyes.
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