.Ooh, I'm not a psychic
But I see myself all over you
Ooh, I'm sick on you, sick on you
But you're the medicine too
The gravity can't hold us, your hands are outer space
I can't make sense of nothing, and words just get in the way
This couch is getting smaller, but it's m.
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