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dip dip and don’t let the feeling slip satellites bouncing off stars taking pictures of our memories and we curl oh we’re born again when it gets too hot we can shatter glass placentas im too alone to give myself a talking to im too claustrophobic cause im running from the rain who it is that is the hope oh God its like im gonna choke – hey already have i wanna dig into the hole that ll my unsung heros ate from in their skin.