Paroles: The New Harmful. Blister.

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i didn't think it'd go but who'd of thought it'd stay. an orange flow that
goes for days and days. i simper in your tracks and swelter in your gaze. i
didn't think you'd go but who'd of thought. fuck. now i've got this
blister. it never leaves my hand. now i've got this blister. it never
leaves my hand. now i've got. now i've got.