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I can be your stage, i can be your knees
i'll be the curtain that closes when you don't wanna be seen.
i can be the spirit that moistens your walls,
be your new pair of heels that holds you so tall.
i wanna be the tonic that dulls out the taste.
i wanna be your morning, yeah your headache.
as your skin gets loose and your stock goes down,
rekindle old flames with wet matches that you found.
who am i kidding? we were a match, yeah a match made in movies
the cat of the cat.
i wanna be the tonic that dulls out the taste
i wanna be your morning, yeah your headache.
i'd give all that i've got to you.
and all of my life my biggest regret
is that you can't remember what i can't forget.
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