8mm

I don't really drink but I can take a sip with your permission

I don't really smoke but I can light it for you in Slow Fiction

I know his hand now, lend it out

How about some contradiction?

You know very well that I could really use some friction

I met a {?]

He kept running out of film too quick

I crashed his car on the snow

But I still call him up for more

Back for more, more, more

You can visit me I'm in a military school in Brooklyn

I can sneak you in, I make amazing fake ID's for a kiss

You can climb over the fence, I can walk you out next morning

If I don't see your face again, our fate will never end, and I'll lose it

I met a {?]

He kept running out of film too quick (how quick?)

I crashed his car on the snow

But I still called him up for morе

(more, more, no)

And that's how it goes

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