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Black Teeth

I found all that I need
inside your cool fiction
grease and hard boiled greed
gives you slips and confliction
late night, Lexington Drive
I got that dark feeling
overreach till you die
the dose that left you reeling

Windshield death, hit at speed
jaywalking gets you nowhere
free fields, stumbling in need
you swore you wouldn't get scared
candy swine in the wind
sweets you devoured on hilltops
black teeth tell me you've sinned
and that you won't or can't stop

Liar, liar
don't know your own name
liar, liar
digging your own grave
the truth abhors you
I still adore you

J. x

Zoodark

@Zoodark

25y/o songwriter hailing from South London. www.myspace.com/deafyetiband

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Comments & Feedback (3)

This piece is so great. I missed you.

You're back! 😊💜

@bataatti @Irrational_Kimmi Feels good to be back! Have been sick so have had a but of downtime to write after recording etc,. Nice to see everyone again! J x

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