襍ugarlight, we誶e addicts�
Why do you think we came
He誷 pasting gold leaches
(On my arm)
We sharpen up our teeth
White sugar
He speaks French
Memorizing torsos
He誷 open throated
In the corner
Hands arrive at hands
My arm is tied off waiting
To burn it down
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can誸 believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can誸 believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can誸 believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
(Sugarlight, sugarlight)
(I can誸 believe)
Swallowing one bulb after another
In the (city of electric light)
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