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  • The full moon's 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

    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

    to that teenage dream
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