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love_the_smell'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Dreamland
Take me there 'cause I want your sex
If my body had a say, I wouldn’t turn away
Touch, make love, taste you
If my body told the truth, baby, I would do just what I want to
We're taking turns
At shattering apart.
At least we're taking turns.
How did we get so good
At dismantling these hearts?
How did we ever get so good?
We dress our best
To receive their sympathy.
At our worst, we dress our best?
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
