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you're twisting my stomach into knots
Hunched over my porcelain palace
I dry heaved the bile that uneasily rested at the pit of my stomach
And in these moments of stomach flu delirium I found comfort in the thought
I was flushing out every bad taste you had left in my mouth
I dry heaved the bile that uneasily rested at the pit of my stomach
And in these moments of stomach flu delirium I found comfort in the thought
I was flushing out every bad taste you had left in my mouth
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