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I Want to Call the Suicide Hotline and Have Phone Sex

from Curation by PlasticBag FaceMask

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lyrics

JACOB: Restraints, I'm limbless, they're lucky this time. 
But a kiss, I'll spit, 
You're welcome my dear, take care. 
Take care! 

PATRICK: Pieces of pieces of pieces left behind. The fire has engulfed us. We're stuck! We're stuck! There is no safety in these numbers. 

J: Would you like to stay in my cloud sometime? 
You did one hell of a job! 
Keep screaming! I love it! 

P: He's always right behind you. He's always thinking mean. Creep upon the victim. Leave no trace behind. 

J: God, you're mine. 
Going home, I'm still with you. 
See your husband? It's just me. 
You're all I think of. 
I'm all you think of.

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from Curation, released February 4, 2019

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