All my thoughts, I don’t know why…
The feeling of the truth and a memory that lies.
Earth Turner, I used to believe
That everything I felt was living true as life can be.
Ecstatic love has come for me.
You should write your name on my forearm.
Sometimes I don’t think about sex or anything,
Then I get confused about…
And it’s awful vexing.
To me nothing’s as constant as fantasy,
So I get into my acting.
Sometimes I feel like a deaf woman dancing.
Ecstatic love has come for me.
*audio apocalypse*

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