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A fundamental hunger,
Causing a dishonest sweat.
She snorts herself interesting
to the point of success.
But it’s hard to knock back
That kind of interest.
At the kind of creepy disco,
Even the 80’s regret.
Like a hospital visit;
No happiness, just relief.
Another notch on the bedpost.
Another trick up his sleeve.
Well they might dance like it’s a metaphor,
But this nightmare’s for real.
This good girl’s gone bad,
Too messed up to feel.
Waiting for my baby at the movies she ain’t gonna come.
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