Lyrics:
at sun, her photic reflex They both have straightening combs, little did they know I hold the heat next Neither tool, can be used to fix our defects
photic makes me fatigue Lost in daylight with a crude life Deepest water turns to desert Shell is not safe, everywhere hazard Still loving taste
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