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She's got a "Meat is Murder" sticker on her hybrid
Down in Alvarado where the sun is blindin'
Choker and Doc Martins like its '95 and
Hair the ocean blue of some exotic island
Keep my mouth shut 'cause I'll say too much
Fall apart the moment that I feel your touch
Keep my mouth shut 'cause I'll say too much
Fall
Apart
So I bite my tongue
Turn off the phone, it can wait
It can wait 'til the mornin' comes
So I bite my tongue
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
I was never cool but I could make her smile
Didn't sound like other kids from Long Island
Probably wasted four years at state college
But now I know everything about narcotics
Keep my mouth shut 'cause I'll say too much
Fall apart the moment that I feel your touch
Keep my mouth shut 'cause I'll say too much
Fall apart that
(That that that that that)
So I bite my tongue
Turn off my phone, it can wait
It can wait 'til the mornin' comes
So I bite my tongue
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
She's got a "Meat is–"
She's got a "Meat is–"
She's got a "Meat is Murder" sticker on her hybrid
Down in Alvarado
So I bite my tongue
Turn off my phone, it can wait
It can wait 'til the mornin' comes
So I bite my tongue
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
Written by: Mourners
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