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I'm packed and I'm holding. I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden. She lives for me, says she lives for me. Ovation, her own motivation. She comes round and she goes down on me. And I make you smile, like a drug for you. Do ever what you wanna do, coming over you. Keep on smiling, what we go through. One stop to the rhythm that divides you. And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse. Chop another line like a coda with a curse. Come on like a freak show takes the stage. We give them the games we play, she said. I want something else to get me through this. Semi-charmed kinda life, I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye. <lora:MJ52:0.8> <lora:DetailedEyes_V3:0.7>