.We're stuck on arms like track marks
Hooded under the hum of lampposts
You're turning heads like a latch
That stir boys like me from their sleep
On, on tiptoes peeking in on, on the high life
'Till the blinds pull in, I'm just fine
Check, check, check, check
The madness c.
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