In the middle of a house, in the middle of nowhere
Bodies glide from room to room
ahh
I hate these walls
They speak to me
Hey skin like a doll
You're no friend of the family
Catch that light
It falls in subtle patterns
It crawls in and tells them when their time is up
And when it's over
He takes her hand, and he kisses her cheek
She's a doll, oh yeah she's his
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That's damn nice my friend.
-Charlie
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