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Mutiny of Shadows
Didn’t have the wherewithal. You didn’t believe me, believe me. She is cooler than menthol, she’s habit-forming, you say. Well she may be much more than fine. And it may feel more than ok.
But she’s not as sweet as that. She’s bitter cold got no need for a hat. She feels nothing, nothing and her heart stays cool. She’ll never love you, she’ll never love you.
Because you're her Neanderthal. She doesn’t respect you, respect you. She is cooler than menthol, and you like her more every day. Well you swear that she gets more like peppermint with every whispery breath.
You are in need of a fix, you are in need of a fix. She must have something that you can’t resist.
But she’s not as sweet as that. She’s bitter cold got no need for a hat. She feels nothing, nothing and her heart stays cool. She’ll never love you, she’ll never love you.
Because you're her Neanderthal. She doesn’t respect you, respect you. She is cooler than menthol, and you like her more every day. Well you swear that she gets more like peppermint with every whispery breath.
You are in need of a fix, you are in need of a fix. She must have something that you can’t resist.
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