Touch the fever with frozen fingers
I can't wait for the first day
Silver them throwing no reckless moves
My master's tiding into a groove, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Press my lips, I feel it give
Can you remember the first time?
I feel bad to yesterday
In my conscious obvious not a take
Your tasted flesh
I pull up hurt, you're resistible from the start
Your time is tied to the very spot
Bet every lever knows when to
Stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
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