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I use to think myself lucky, maybe a little unkind I caught something contageous by you It all starts with an itch that always burns me when I told you it makes my nose beleed and when we kiss I feel it deep inside like the first time you left me here to die I wake up every morning by you a silence on your lips so loud and your skin such a pretty blue you got nothing to worry about nights to lay around nobody to touch you but me cause I'm allowed |