Lo Fi Tennesse Mountain Angel, come back to me. You say you wanna play country, but your in a punk rock band. In this world we spent our time killing or adoring, or both together.’I hate you! I adore you!' We keep going, we fuel and refuel, we pass on our life to a biped of the next century, with frenzy, or any cost, as if it were the greatest of pleasures to perpetuate ourselves, as if, when all's said and done, it would make us immortal. One way or another, kissing is as indispensable as scratching
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Some where lost between lust and affection I've found myself with a new addiction that some would describe as stranger than fiction
