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I've been quarantined by the fashion police
They got me on my knees like a Catholic priest
Im being frisked for boxers or briefs
I can't believe that it's come down to this
When your life it turns from a promise to a threat
And all your future dreams fall to regrets
When all the screams you hear in your head
Keep you safely a prisoner in bed
Boom! Boom! Boom! goes the trolley
Right off of the rails and headed towards martydom
Dont kn ow when all this started but i know that tonight
We could finish this fight
Boom! Boom! Boom! Goest the trolley
Off of the tracks and ending this party
Feel so broken and dearly departed
Ill miss every one of you
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Where You Want To Be
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theres a precious name for people like us
i can feel it when they stare
they dont understand the need for lust
they dont understand whats fair
i can feel you glass jaw nreathing hard
up against my neck
i love way you curse it gets me hard
and it breaks a sweat
dont look now
away from me
i can take you where you want to be
like me
among the free
like me
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