10.18.21

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Delete all the history.

Flee this place, get out now.

If we wanna be

The only lover's left alive.

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We're locked inside this moving tube

with cameras turning into 

The cops will bust the glass, don't you stop

caressing me. 

Teleport my heart away.

Away to where lovers survive

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Wear my glove.

They'll never know 

my prints match yours. 

Lovers, long enough, start to

forget threats to their individuality.

Together they subvert golden rings.

No state, no pope, no righteous king. 

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We move as one or fall apart.

Fluid thrusts in the streets then time to jump.

Heart rate is already up for

the race from dumpster trucks.

If they find the puddle, please don't stare.

Our babies are too young to bear.

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Remove my glove. 

Stuff your pants with it.

More weight in the front might

deliver us faster to the land of

only lovers. 

Don't wait for another show

on the road.

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