the full moons drama queens | the bar as the stage
whiskey and water | every man's teen dream
spin in circles to find | where it was we were
before | before this place
where there is no cure
the howling of your throat | against rock and silt
carnal passages | we commit to our notes
spin in circles to find | where it was we were
before | before this place
where there is no cure
And I've been sure | for how long to hold on
And from where we left off | 2am empty
alone and stumbling | our self induced turnoff
turn in circles to find | where it was we were
before | before this place
where there is no cure
And I've been sure | for how long to hold on
to that teenage dream
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