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Look At ThemIt's cripplingNever really knowing They're huddling where it's always nice And plus there is a flame Of frail and trippy hearts And swallowed, being small and being still Following wherever you will Look at them They're sensitive And they inch out Look at them And plus there is a flame Of frail and trippy hearts And swallowed, being small and being still Following wherever you will |