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From the recording Connected To Nothing

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Spineless
by Four Wall Holiday

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You wanna taste cinnamon and pale
Wet lips tall kicks for tail
Giver push it hard push fast
Make the pay miss her way’s the task

Seems forever never had this before
A stimulate to excite your mind
Gets you gripping the edge of your seat
Your choice camera whore meat

Fake ass machine
Teasing your dream
To fuck a queen
Drags you down
Spineless
You’re spineless to me

You wanna watch some kind of motion
In moving paint down a rabbit hole
It’s like you’re waiting to get closer
As eyes meet for nothing at all

Do they really care what you desire
Are they enough for you to stall
Would you say they clear the gray
Or is it nothing more

Of love of hate
Of words for bait
To fuck a queen
Drags you down
Spineless
You’re spineless to me!

Fake ass machine
Teasing your dream
To fuck a queen
The kind of bitch
That won’t want you
For what it seems
It’s all nothing
Drags you down
Spineless
You’re spineless to me

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