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Cold sweats, old flesh
Gone, but I don’t think you’re gone yet
Old debts, so stressed
Call me for a fix and then you’re gone
Next
Cold sweats, old flesh
Gone, but I don’t think you’re gone
Yet
Old debts, so stressed
Call me for a fix and then you’re gone
Next
On and on
I’m on
Yes
I bet you see me now
I bet it’s hard
Yes
Song after song
You hate my songs
Yet ?
Hear me till you scream
And break your bones
And flesh
You stall, you jet
I call, it’s dead
I wonder if it’s been fate all along
Yes
On and on
She’s on my bed
I fall inside
She’s on my neck
Cold sweats
Old flesh
Gone
But I don’t think you’re gone
Yet
Old debts
So stressed
Call me for a fix
And then you’re gone
Next
Cold sweats
Old flesh
Gone
But I don’t think you’re gone
Yet
Old debts
So stressed
Call me for a fix
And then you’re gone
Next
What is your problem?
What is the issue?
You love or you hate me
It should have been simple
You fuck me in public
Suck me in the rental
I kiss on your stomach
I lick on you gentle
You’re cold and dead
Look so depressed
Scared to pop a pill
Baby it’s only death
Just climb inside
And hold my head
I’ll hold your thighs
Let’s roll instead
Cold sweats
Old flesh
Gone, but I don’t think you’re gone
Yet
Old debts
So stressed
Call me for a fix
And then you’re gone
Next

Written by:
Arthur Rangel

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