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Pitted, deep-lined eyes Rough as last night Sharp as a mirror Broke in two Run me through No ins, just outs Pumping ichor Bucket my mouth Satin-matte my dewiness Skin so soft, it sickens Cut right through Stretched outside Salt and lime Wear me like a leather Just for you.
Writer(s): Michael Hadreas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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