Best skin forward
and your mothers' charm
Makes up for my grace
That always shows up late
Because my veins are busy fighting
The politicians who make the statistics
God knows I want to marry you
And keeps his lips zipped tight
While I stammer wishful prayers all night
My eyes have grown weary
And my joints have conformed
To the workings of tyrants and kings
Who will fight for the lips of their soul
Oh how far will my heart reach
Across the internet expanse
More than ever I wish to feel you
Because I can't remember the last time I did
If you've got a mix
Won't you give me a fix
My effort's hardly elastic
When it's stretched like plastic
But I got some oxygen
That's been dying to breathe
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