Point Blank

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Point blank
 You are nobody's boyfriend
 Just a series of anatomy lessons
 Under your specific skin
 Treating your cells like a stamp collection
 Framing your (stick of?) dick
 Behind monitor glass
 Unholy and wholly unsettled
 Like unearthed indian bones
 With fleabitten ankles
 And itchy blanket beds
 Impressed from a wet pocket
 In a packed flat desert
 Even place calls
 With the numbers on men's room walls
 You are nobody's boyfriend
 Just a series of anatomy lessons
 Under your specific skin

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Duration
02:23
Key
4
Tempo
76 BPM

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