melodramas, you’re the monologue and its unbreakable. Intimacy oh so intimate, twist baby twist! Can’t you see that you’re raising sins when we’re so young? Like those distortions that cause me such an orgasm. Ok, change the direction you know we have to dance all day long. Well stand up all, you Einstein garage flavored plat. Don’t stare at the bloody queen. 'Cause you are the norm of the society, you are the beat of our drama. C’mon show me, show me...how to fight on the dance floor.
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